“piano” – Nayana Nair

years from nowi hope my living roomhas a space for a lovely piano.i hope my fingerswould play something beautiful on it.that here i would smileand not know of the passing time.that i would learn to love my wallsas much as the world that stands on the other side.as my child misses me, cries for me,triesContinue reading ““piano” – Nayana Nair”

“The last brick is in my heart” – Nayana Nair

In every country, in every city,on every streetstands a home that could have been ours.I am a daydreamer like thatAs I passed the house with an always crying child,as I passed the house with the overwhelming smell of incense,as I passed the house with singing reality shows played on repeatI only thought of the lifeContinue reading ““The last brick is in my heart” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember (18)” – Nayana Nair

today’s sadness is brought uponby the increasing count of the words that i have forbidden myself to speak. today’s sadness is brought upon by the particularly sad song that i have chosen to listen. today’s sadness is partially due to the strangers with sweet eyes,partially due to my angels with weak hearts,and also the factContinue reading ““What I Remember (18)” – Nayana Nair”

“Sweet Nothings” – Nayana Nair

i crawl into another embrace,scratch the surface of my fake loveto find something true.hopes.hopes.is this what they call hope?it must be. the coffee turns cold as my story ends.again i am wearing a skin i have stolen.the one breathing beside mehas a knack for sad stories recited by happy girls,of being a knight to oneContinue reading ““Sweet Nothings” – Nayana Nair”

“Collecting Myself” – Nayana Nair

These four walls that cuts us off from the worldputs me again in that same position that I dread.My weakness that I once thought I had cast awayis holding onto my fingers again.If only the world had not abandoned me here with you.I could have found some comfort in its words-“you are worth better” orContinue reading ““Collecting Myself” – Nayana Nair”

“Words of Hope” – Nayana Nair

There is a soft tune that moves beneath your fingers as they move over the pages and words and worlds that you will never see. All the words of hope that I whisper to the you who exists within these barriers of skin, bones and sorrow. I fear these words will be like the musicContinue reading ““Words of Hope” – Nayana Nair”