Across the streetlived the giants.The green giants-who waited for rains to cry,who waited for the night to speak. Thankfully the windows in my temporary homewere small and few.Thankfully it was always cold,that awful cold that makes you want to sleep for a long long time. So I slept and slept.I ate whatever my mother cooked.IContinue reading ““the giants continue to live in my dreams” – Nayana Nair”
A drop of me falls on your leaves, falls from your leaves. The rain of love finds you again even if it is without me. The ground of reality hits me again, asking me to give you up. It tells me that if I wait enough, wait long enough I will find you. And byContinue reading ““Drop of Me”- Nayana Nair”
Leafing through the pages of my picture book of dreams, he smiled to himself and said to me- I can make all of them come true for sure, you can fill more pages, you can dream more. The mirror with my face lost in the light, lost in thought of love soon to arrive, whileContinue reading ““Picture Book” – Nayana Nair”
Love and concern are not something that grows naturally in my heart. I have never known a time when they have. Even if I have put fake flowers in this garden of mine, it is only for your sake. Don’t you think I care enough to tell you the words I can never believe. Don’tContinue reading ““Garden of mine” – Nayana”
My life like that autumn leaf, falls and flies at the same time.
There was once a boy who looked at my freckles and told me that they were autumn leaves in winter skies. That I am a sunset to cherish and a storm to pet. Who looked at my words and told me, that he could find all the things he has lost in his life inContinue reading ““Freckles” – Nayana Nair”
I pluck one leaf at a time from this flower, this script my life is. I throw them from bridges on cold evenings. I bury them in the soil that soils their print with time. I burn them to ashes, so they won’t smell the same. I hang them on trees that will never bearContinue reading ““Flower” – Nayana Nair”
Bright light hovering over my head Lighting me up, making me its own. Inseparable, as if I am light itself. The blinding brightness of my being Leaves me incapable of finding my way Through my own thoughts, turned strangers. In this light, I have nothing to write Nothing that’s mine. And I fear these blankContinue reading ““REMINDER” – Nayana Nair”