“fairy tales” – Nayana Nair

a broken endwith a light(a lighter duller than me)touches me.someonesays the magic words,the loathsome wordsthat make me the old alice.i am made to leavethe seat, the home,the dream, the rightsthat are too big for me.they leave me a tiny suitcasesfilled with fancy dressesmade of used socks and handkerchiefs.they are cute,they are kind,they have read theirContinue reading ““fairy tales” – Nayana Nair”

“Steal” – 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 Little Blood I Have” – Nayana Nair

I looked up at the confused giants and puzzled at their ugly voices and deformed faces, how they hold onto stones and branches how they hold onto papers, and threw each other off cliffs. But what made me sadder was that no one who was thrown off those cliffs ever died. They just keep comingContinue reading ““The Little Blood I Have” – Nayana Nair”