I left my thirst in your well-the only way to get rid of it,get rid of it I must.For three seasons I filled it up with dirt.I waited for rains to hide my steps, to hide what I have done.I built few hills every time you crossed my thought.I built it with love. I builtContinue reading ““Well” – Nayana Nair”
Do you remember the day when we sat on the edge of our own growing hills of delusions and reached out our hands to feel something real.But even when you dissolved as I dissolved,for a minute my hands were not empty.So even if we can’t offer anything real to each otherremember that you are hereContinue reading ““We are here” – Nayana Nair”
I climb the hills we scaled together. I learn to climb them alone.
My house on hills and its silence are always occupied in a duel with the wartime echoes from far away lands, with the agonizing voices of reality. Even if I surround my house with the greenest trees, place cool streams around. Even if I cloud my windows with curtains of smoke. Even if I barterContinue reading ““Whale Songs” – Nayana Nair”