“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”

“Always Shining” – Nayana Nair

. Are they finally drowning?The sails, the flags, the songsthe party, and the expensive backless silks.The rings and guns and blood shining.Always shining.They are finally coming for us.We will again have someone’s face in front of usat least for a whileand we will sing songsthat they have no choice but to listen to.The cries andContinue reading ““Always Shining” – Nayana Nair”

“Even when things are right” – Nayana Nair

“The sky is your canvas”,the book to all ailments said,“there is a joy in filling it up with life.”But as I finished my 157th sketch,as I finished my 300th one,as I finished the one with no count attached(the one I called “the limits that were stronger than me”),as I write over all that I hadContinue reading ““Even when things are right” – 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”

“What are we doing now?” – Nayana Nair

Another chanceto get our highfrom the powdered dust of dreams,from digging desperately, getting closer to the voiceof the demons we buried just yesterday,breaking nails and curfews tosave the skins we can’t live without. Another chanceat making a home,choosing colors for our ceilings,choosing the sides we will sleep on,choosing not to be the ones we haveContinue reading ““What are we doing now?” – 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”

“The thought of losing you” – Nayana Nair

Today you are silentand you don’t care.You have changedwithout changing anything about you.You don’t want to be concerned withshould-be or could-beas all that matters is what is.what-is is a fact that needs no forgivenessfrom what-didn’t-come-to-be.You beg me not drag you downinto the waters of the past, “They are uglythey are hard, they are things thatContinue reading ““The thought of losing you” – Nayana Nair”

“Temperaments and Thoughts” – Nayana Nair

We once loved this worldmore than ourselves.Now we just like everythingonly as much as our own temperaments and thoughts permit. The oranges reminds him of view from his broken home,the sour taste of everything that should have been beautiful. The glowing beads fill my mind with the images of meaningless gifts,the faces of men andContinue reading ““Temperaments and Thoughts” – Nayana Nair”