“Picturing You” – Nayana Nair

… I am not lonely. I am just fond of imagining you. I prick my heart with the thought of youand it bleeds ,but only a bit. Enough to show that it is alive.Enough to tell me to go on. It beats for youand bleeds for me. That is how fair my love is.And thisContinue reading ““Picturing You” – Nayana Nair”

“Melting a Rose” – Nayana Nair

… In rooms like thesemy hollowness becomes real. It becomes an ant that won’t stop walkingwith its tiny feet across the span of my hands,a felling that won’t rest. It feels like the rainthat falls and fills everything before me.Leaving me alone. Alone to think of you. And I.again I find in you a hope?aContinue reading ““Melting a Rose” – Nayana Nair”

You stand beside the fire” – Nayana Nair

In the rubble with nerves hiding sparks,in the nest of sleeping explosives,again it is you.Again you are here to prove somethingby doing something unasked for. You build a place for warm tea,for all our shivering ghosts to haunt.You place the chairs that are not chairsbut buckets that cannot hold anything now.There are chairs that areContinue reading “You stand beside the fire” – Nayana Nair”

“On a morning long gone” – Nayana Nair

On the tapered ends of my lipswhen I found your lips nestled near mine,I asked“Is this love? Is this your love?”and you answered “Obviously not.”So I told my heart to grow up.Growing up was the only waynot to hurt. On the spring infested roads,I found your handon my melting waist. On a nameless cold rainyContinue reading ““On a morning long gone” – Nayana Nair”

The Scale of 1 to 10 (part 5)” – Nayana Nair

#enemy_of_hope On my way to you, there is a world that I must walk through. In the dense fog, through the things truer than us, the steps that I take are the heaviest, the decisions I make the most difficult. “Rows and flows of angel hairAnd ice cream castles in the airAnd feather canyons everyContinue reading “The Scale of 1 to 10 (part 5)” – Nayana Nair”

“Wedding Photos” – Nayana Nair

It was like magicrunning the highlighter, the bright crayonover the sepia hands of her.She didn’t complain or cryas we ruined another photograph of hers,as we tried to hide the evidenceof her failed love, our failing life. We cut her out, moved her awayfrom the one who looked like us.We placed her side of story, herContinue reading ““Wedding Photos” – Nayana Nair”

“Unreal” – Nayana Nair

I sat among friendsand smiled when they took your nameand placed it carefully beside mine. I laughed, had another drink,looked away, hiding in myselfholding dearlythe part of you beating in me. As I negated every jokemade at our expense,knowing how silly it all was.I realized, this – our ridiculously sweet love,our hearts filling and overflowingwithContinue reading ““Unreal” – Nayana Nair”

“The eyes of my mother” – Nayana Nair

I planted the idea of a happy family,a happy tomorrow,into the eyes of my motherwith breaking tips of my pencilsagainst her granite eye lashes. I told her the story about the boywho is ever so sadbecause his parents didn’t care enough,who weeps on his empty birthdays,who weeps into my heart.I tell her I am notContinue reading ““The eyes of my mother” – Nayana Nair”

“But more than love” – Nayana Nair

But more than loveI needed to feel that I am human,that my heart and its piecesand its tentacles struggling to get a grip on meare a story everyone’s bored of. I needed to know that I am fine.As fine,as normalas the person who doesn’t meet my eyes.That I could look up from the sinking ground.Continue reading ““But more than love” – Nayana Nair”

“Enough for me” – Nayana Nair

She climbed the stairsnever pausing for a second.I knew what a second of thought could do.How it could pull back her stepsand let out her screams.I knew this is something she didn’t need. She climbed the stairsand walked towards me.Beside me, not exactly near,steps away perhaps she stood.And that was enough for me. Enough forContinue reading ““Enough for me” – Nayana Nair”