“Someone is waiting for me” – Nayana Nair

Fog swims over my study table.The glasses grow cold and oldand useless.Again I forget to drink the medicine,the milk, the love that fills my phone.Like I forgot to get vaccinated,to close the door, to wear something warmeven after being remindedhow easy it is to die.Someone is waiting for meto say the words I do notContinue reading ““Someone is waiting for me” – Nayana Nair”

“Zooming In” – Nayana Nair

When I sit stillI am not waiting.I am thinking of what is notand why it should never have been.I zoom into every empty spaceand practice how to look away when it hurts me.I remove my watch from my wristand place it next to plate for a better viewand a ruined palate.I start from the namesContinue reading ““Zooming In” – Nayana Nair”

“I have nothing of you” – Nayana Nair

I walked into troubles, into fogged minds,into friend circles that cultivated their alter egos on every meager piece of earth that they otherwise couldn’t plant their feet upon. I walked into crumbling cities, into impossible dreams,into the lifeless replicas of your heart-hoping you would come after me.But as time ate me upI just hoped thatContinue reading ““I have nothing of you” – Nayana Nair”

“On My Own” – Nayana Nair

Once the shade of the shutters are rolled down,once I am left on my own,reason and explanation rush in,try to cling and climb up the cracks of my heart,and the folds of my brain,trying desperately to stop meto reach out, to find mein the fog of fear. But I am already far ahead,my hands reachContinue reading ““On My Own” – Nayana Nair”

“Driving Towards Chaos” – Nayana Nair

Now that we are past the point to be bothered and entertained with petty things, and have moved on to greater ambitions or heavier slogans. The more dense our propaganda become, the more we argue over the future we envision for people who we assume to be clueless about the perils that live among them-Continue reading ““Driving Towards Chaos” – Nayana Nair”

“Flaw of my Heart” – Nayana Nair

Though I hate to admit it, I have known more happiness than I should. And the days of sorrow that I talk about were not as bad as I write. The flaw of my heart was always being too expectant, of overestimating my worth in the schemes of life. Believing that the tales I readContinue reading ““Flaw of my Heart” – Nayana Nair”