i wonderwhy i was born so, with so many roots,roots that find only emptiness at the end of their tips.
The air fills my lungs,and drowns me and now I remembering things that I shouldn’tI am remembering every moment of my incomplete death.Someone cuts a window in my chest,rips into pieces the words that shouldn’t get out.A rough skin holds me a bit too longwith a bit too much force,a bit too much neglect.“ohhh…it wasContinue reading ““As long as I had love” – Nayana Nair”
I have stacks and heaps of poems I have misread. Where I filled the blanks which were not meant to be filled. Where I was supposed to stand stupefied by absurdity of life I tried to find some order , some reason. Where I was supposed to sit and listen to worries I gave advice.OrContinue reading ““MISREAD” -Nayana Nair”