"cold light"- Nayana Nair

the leftovers of last nightfill my fridge.“never to be ruined”is what i would want to believe.but i do not have the patienceto wait and see.i do not have many things in me-lacking of sorts, but not as deep in feeling.it is fine as long as it doesn’t reach me.it is fine as long as itContinue reading “"cold light"- Nayana Nair”

“Used to this” – Nayana Nair

The light is not enough. I must somehow reach the empty glassesthat hold no memories, no magic.They won’t light up,and all I can do is to learn to live in dark.I need to get rid of all of them.Sure, sitting here in the prison of you,calling it a garden of leftover love is romantic.Sure, learningContinue reading ““Used to this” – Nayana Nair”

“Unconsumed” – Nayana Nair

I hear sweet laughterfrom far away (from the floor above).Leftover light from that bright world falls on me.But it is not mine.and it seems I am not allowedto love anything that is not mine. It seems no one can be mineuntil I constantly try to please them,chain them to me, make them dependent on me,doContinue reading ““Unconsumed” – Nayana Nair”

“Leftover” – Nayana Nair

I do not want to continue this- to harbor, carry around, give voice to feelings of sympathy that can never be more than words. After I have said all the right things and you have given the correct response, we feel we have done everything we can that a good person must do to saveContinue reading ““Leftover” – Nayana Nair”

“Show You Around” – Nayana Nair

Let me show you around. This place that you think as mine will soon be yours one day. Especially because you will want to own this mess more than you want to own my heart. And though my eyes might roll at the sound of the word “own” but that’s just how things are. OneContinue reading ““Show You Around” – Nayana Nair”

“Can there be a me?” – Nayana Nair

Can there be a me in future, who wouldn’t second guess the genuinety of people and relations. Who wouldn’t live on scarpes of leftover love. Who would sigh less, and smile better. Who doesn’t wake up to relive every sadness till date. Whose time is not trapped and wasted on crumpled papers. I hope thereContinue reading ““Can there be a me?” – Nayana Nair”