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“Seasons” – Nayana Nair

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My seasons are excited
to be finally released into the world again,
after wrecking havoc over people
whom they saw as trees to be burnt
and rivers to be flood.
Before they leave me
they look into my eyes,
and again they have
misunderstood the fear in my eyes
as my wish.
Again I prepare my heart for the disasters
I must take responsibility for.

“THE ARRIVAL”- Nayana Nair

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In the dismal hours

Of the darkest nights

Time has a habit

Of toying with my mind.

Sometimes, into untraceable

Cracks of thoughts, it disappears.

The hands of clock drag themselves

Through air of confusion and fear.

Through the fate

Of abysmal wait.

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To get rid of this rosy fog

Time has put around me,

In which I stumble,

Fall and bleed.

I toss away everything

That’s left of me.

And soon the chaos inside me

Surrounds me, suffocates me.

I no longer wish to struggle.

I resign, I surrender myself

To the havoc, that is me.

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When all I have won

Is about to be lost,

Clock finally reads twelve.

Tomorrow has arrived.

And it kneels by my bed,

Looks into my eyes,

Holds my hand,

And tells me

“There is hope”.

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