“Another season that pretends to be spring” – Nayana Nair

“love” you utter this word so oftenwith a sadness that sounds bigger than this word,bigger that whatever it may have given you at one time. is this the sadness that you are trying to burn away?does it hurt when it also burns a part of you as well,turning whatever is left into charred surface? is

“A Dying Storm” – Nayana Nair

i close all the doorsas if a storm in coming,as if closed doors can protect me from something so huge,as if hiding is a better option than fleeing.‘i wish i had created more places to hide in my life’i thought this as tried to burn all my best clothesas if i will freeze to death

“Last Dream” – Nayana Nair

Last night I wanted to dream of you but I couldn’t. The picture of you that I had in my mind was that of the smile that was never yours, just a front for the photographs that you never wanted to be taken. *** And all I could remember about you was how you would

“Cold Space” – Nayana Nair

There are trails of stardust that are possibly tears, frozen in the cold space. Frozen despite the sun and thousand other burning stars. And I am not sure if they are yours or mine.

“Draw” – Nayana Nair

I do not draw you. But my memory of you. A time in my life, the moment lost. With only a memory left behind that withers everyday. I do not draw you to preserves you, who lives well off in a warm home in a cold country. But I draw you who lit my mind,

“Name It” -Nayana Nair

Though you have bought me happiness that I was not looking for. While I felt that all the world was too cold and I would soon be part of this ice. That my heart will freeze into this space my life has trapped me in. How warm was your presence You could never know. Though I