“creation” – Nayana Nair

strangelyeven there, even on the canvas of my imaginationwhere I get to act the god,even in that worldwhere you are nothing but my creation,even there I can’t imaginea happier end for us. -o- because i can edit our photoson the cities we never got to visitand i can write you some words, give you someContinue reading ““creation” – Nayana Nair”

“i will only stay till your love fades” – Nayana Nair

i might love youor i might not.but if you ask me‘do you love me?’i would always say ‘yes’. i would always stay up late with you,would worryif you are happy? if you’ve eaten?if you’ve slept well?i would sit with you in an empty eatery till late,i would sit with you till you felt like talking.iContinue reading ““i will only stay till your love fades” – Nayana Nair”

“Hint” – Nayana Nair

Once I could call you, call your name without reason , without the anxiousness that now haunts me when the phone keeps ringing or when you stay silent as you wait for me to take the hint. -oOo- I am afraid of bringing up my own name in front of you. I am afraid toContinue reading ““Hint” – Nayana Nair”

“Your Weakness” – Nayana Nair

The sun that shrivels up in your eyes every morning, the dry tear that never leaves your eyes, the soft bend in your words when make excuses for other’s fault, the hint of self-berating in your mellowed down tales of woe. This weakness that is similar to mine. This weakness that I love. I wishContinue reading ““Your Weakness” – Nayana Nair”

“Ones Who Broke Us” – Nayana Nair

The fear that leaves our heart, at some point, does it make its way back to us? Does it still look like our nightmare when it returns? Do we still look away when it moves closer to us? Do we close our eyes again on the horrid memories, the alienation and the helplessness? And letContinue reading ““Ones Who Broke Us” – Nayana Nair”

“Eroding Structures” – Nayana Nair

I checked my diaries for the hints of regrets, for the eroding structures of demands I once made from life. I checked my skin for the trace of scars- the remains of the unreasonable yet necessary decisions. The sharp bleeding memory of the blade, of the hatred I inflicted on myself. I checked the outlineContinue reading ““Eroding Structures” – Nayana Nair”