I let your hand become my crutch.I let your feelings for mebecome a means of my own validation.I let “love” slipfrom my mind.Being the centerof your tiny universehas ruined me, has undone my heart.You are too close, too close to be seenor to be cared for.Each morning your face reminds mehow you are become oneContinue reading ““Crutch” – Nayana Nair”
twenty-six steps away from the cold end,we stand together as if we are both looking at a foe we must defeat together.a child passes us by with a yellow balloon.how misplaced it seems, this childin this place made of storms. this is something i don’t want to do.our steps will fade into the deep endContinue reading ““how storms fade” – Nayana Nair”
As I sing your praiseI end up recallinghow I used to look at you as if you could save me.But now we stare at each other while my life remains what it is.I don’t call it a mess now, to get some sympathy out of you,to get a miracle out of you.I don’t call itContinue reading ““What have my eyes lost sight of ?” – Nayana Nair”
we get onto the carthat we wish was stoleni look at her (not my lover, yet),at him (my friend – we share the same passion of finding new things to be disappointed about),i look at the the small bags we have packedand realize that this is far too less to start a lifei count themContinue reading ““Backseat” – Nayana Nair”
i break another glass today, the girl with blue highlights in her hairwalks over it without bleedingbut tells me not to try such things at home on my own,that it took her years of invisibilityto even try such tricks.but she has no suggestions for what else i should do instead of breaking my smooth skinContinue reading ““Fictional Friends” – Nayana Nair”
The lone trail of smoke spreads over the dreams we set free in our self. Another spark lost in the sad fate of invisibility that it was born with.
My hands have always been empty even with your hands to hold. Let’s meet somewhere where you need not be seen, where I need not be invisible.