The land turns blue, turns black everywhere I touch. It bruises itself as much as it bruises me at my every fall. And the soon the sky was where I lay. Soon the stars were nothing but my own tears that shone only because they didn’t want to be forgotten.
The laments shimmer in the borrowed beauty of words someone else made. The pattern my words dance in were laid out by someone else. They lead me to the same place where they have led the people before me- not to change or relief. I don’t think anyone whose steps I am following was lookingContinue reading ““Lead me to the same place” – Nayana Nair”
The jar of broken smiles sits on my table, along with the books and records of my fading writing. There are so many things that wither at my touch. There are so many things that cannot be brought back to life. Their graves lie here dreaming to be resurrected. So many seconds laid waste inContinue reading ““So many things” – Nayana Nair”
The dust that lay on the page that I left open long ago is now a page on it’s own, with a story its own. I look at it and read negligence and loneliness. I read how things are forgotten so easily and how things are treated as things by people who live their lifeContinue reading ““Better without us” – Nayana Nair”