I saw youin a moment abandoned by every story.I saw youslowly circling the window of lifeto find a way in.I watched you,waited for youas I lay on the painful bed of abandon,as I wrote my hundredth songon the beauty of giving up.With my eyes glued to youI ate another scoop of airand lied about theContinue reading ““a way out” – Nayana Nair”
She told me I feel like frozen tulipsand I do not know what she meant by that.She never talks of flowers or futureor what I might be in this worldby myself or by her side.So we pretend such words were never said.We pretend that the meaning we giveto each other’s wordsare true and realand theContinue reading ““Talks of flowers” – Nayana Nair”
The tree I grew on, the frozen giant I wrapped myself around has lost its strength, its life to keep someone like me alive. Can I say it has given up its life for me when I am the one that stuck to it first, when I am the one that steals what I cannotContinue reading ““Steal” – Nayana Nair”
The light that drips from your skin feels like sunlight frozen. As you float among the spirits of far away desolate planets, who have found home in you, who like me have found you too full of life. You walk to me, hold me close and bury your fire in my heart. The mountain andContinue reading ““Approaching Night” – Nayana Nair”
Being with her I feel a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny thing is I’m thankful for it. It’s like that frozen pain and my very existence are one. The pain is an anchor, mooring me here. ― Haruki Murakami
Wave after wave of blue marble swept me up to a newer height. I saw a sunset over avalanches frozen and melting. I saw the planes of memory flying in a windless sky. I walked through the garden of trees laden with fruits of snow. I came to love the momentary world of the songsContinue reading ““Momentary World”- Nayana Nair”
The momentary happiness of the warm embraces. These gifts of few seconds have become our only curse. For this life never lives upto the beauty of those seconds. And now we can only live on in form of secrets in our books. These seconds, these pages are where our story stopped. I remember you sittingContinue reading ““I remember you waiting” – 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.
I am sipping my 27th cup of coffee waiting for the shop to get crowded, so people will not eye me with suspicion or pity. So I can be in company of people who have nowhere to go, like me. For whom, home is just a place you run away from. I wait for theContinue reading ““Coffee Shop” – Nayana Nair”
I think a lot, But seldom write. I feel incapable of writing. My thoughts get crystallized In my mind and refuses To flow through my pen. Frozen out of fear. Knowing that with each word I pen, I am one step closer to realizing, That I am ORDINARY.