“the constant part of love” – Nayana Nair

i remember your hands and their warmthlike i rememberthe versions of methat were easier to live with (or so i think).the colors, their unnatural brightness,the scent of acetone always lingeringon the tips of your fingertips,always hiding a sad rainbow (just my type).always a star that you forgot to rub and break,shined on your skin.under myContinue reading ““the constant part of love” – Nayana Nair”

“How many more lines” – Nayana Nair

How many more lines should I write for you to actually see the happiness that creates ripples under my skin at your smile. The sadness that leaves marks on my wrist, on my neck, at the end of everyday. And the comfort of your presence in whose warmth my ever-flowing tears find fingertips that canContinue reading ““How many more lines” – Nayana Nair”