"cold light"- Nayana Nair

the leftovers of last nightfill my fridge.“never to be ruined”is what i would want to believe.but i do not have the patienceto wait and see.i do not have many things in me-lacking of sorts, but not as deep in feeling.it is fine as long as it doesn’t reach me.it is fine as long as itContinue reading “"cold light"- Nayana Nair”

“Delicate” – Nayana Nair

On Sundays, I wear the purple summer dressthat I once promised myself I would never wear.I paint my nails, I color my lips, and I open the windows in me.I become someone I was taught to hate, I try to breakmy hatred with my smile.I let myself be reignedby the greed for beautiful, sweet, shiningContinue reading ““Delicate” – Nayana Nair”

“Till I become half of what I was” – Nayana Nair

The soap slips through my fingersand falls onto the floor(a floor that in my mind is never clean enough).I wash the soap vigorously, till it becomes half of what it was.My teachers would be proud to know that I take germs somewhat seriously even now.Even now, when I am sure of only of my loneliness*,suchContinue reading ““Till I become half of what I was” – Nayana Nair”

“Red Sonnets” – Nayana Nair

red sonnets.every morning,you always gift me red sonnets.and i always kiss you back,the color of my lips fading in front of acts of affection. – i put them on my bed as i sleep on the floor.i stir my soaking noodleswith a branch broken from this bunch.i bite the sides of my mouthmake myself cryContinue reading ““Red Sonnets” – Nayana Nair”

“Unconsumed” – Nayana Nair

I hear sweet laughterfrom far away (from the floor above).Leftover light from that bright world falls on me.But it is not mine.and it seems I am not allowedto love anything that is not mine. It seems no one can be mineuntil I constantly try to please them,chain them to me, make them dependent on me,doContinue reading ““Unconsumed” – Nayana Nair”

“Home” – Nayana Nair

I will give you a list houses that once used to be my home and addresses that are the only memory that has not been blurred or manipulated by my mind. If you ever want to find me, go there. You will see the line of trees that framed my sunrise and almost dry riversbedsContinue reading ““Home” – Nayana Nair”

“Frail Thread” – Nayana Nair

These lines that connect to my heart, pass through landscapes devoid of human presence. This frail thread passes through valley of flowers that have no color. Through balconies overlooking desolate streets and sky crowded with stars. Through stairs leading to floors that no one visits. Through the branches of old trees broken in the storms.Continue reading ““Frail Thread” – Nayana Nair”