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“Putting Up Fences” – Nayana Nair

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Today, you are more beautiful that I remember you to be.
Today, I feel we are almost invincible.
It is funny to say out loud this word “invincible”,
when life proves again and again
how it is just another consolation to our mind,
a fence to fend off the reality.
So that we might know of happiness
without being burdened by the dark screen of the approaching end.
But today I am ready to put up these fences that I do not believe in,
if it could me help me create a better memory of what life was.
Maybe I can learn to be blind in a different way,
that what I have been till now.
I hope
for this day
you see in me the the love that you always looked for.
I hope you remember me this way
even when this brightness, this happiness
and these fences fade away from the landscape of our lives.

“Absolutes” – Nayana Nair

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From my grip I lose
yet another word-
now alien to my lips and life.
From the corner of my eyes,
I watch it die the same death as me.
Now the stories I told myself have become
a little more unreasonable,
when the words and ideas that
I took as absolute
turned out to be just shape-shifting feelings,
the echoes of my lives I could have had.
Is it possible for a voice to be a mirage?
Can it sound more real
than the world trying to get rid of it
Could it be that my hands,
my eyes were always empty?
Or were they just filled with wanting,
a wanting only for things that cannot be obtained,
that cannot be denied,
for they do not exist?

“Loose Words” – Nayana Nair

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The words once written with passion

once written with anger,

sometimes filled with sweet drops of sadness

and sometimes with happiness that

made cracks in our masks.

All those words have broken down

have become loose and weak.

Those words are not our love.

Those words are our lives.

Our love is the ruled lines on paper

on which rested our broken lives,

on which rested our tested faith.

 

“It rained last night”- Nayana Nair

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In front of my dear flashing screen,

I lay snuggled in my bed,

Dozens of lives were put up on show,

But I was engrossed in my own sorrow instead,

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But the next second a flash, a thunder caught my sight,

Foretelling the rain that is to follow tonight.

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I slide the glass doors of my balcony,

And stepped outside to be hugged by the wind,

Flowing like an unstoppable river,

In front of it, I felt like a small kid,

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Compared to the great expanse before me,so small my plight,

In some seconds, rain will wash away my sorrow, tonight.

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The rhythm of the wind,

Echoed in my ears

A sweet song on its own,

And then the first drop fell on my cheeks, disguising my tears,

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Here comes my savior hero, my knight

Here comes the rain tonight.

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I rise up from my fear and

As if I have been awakened from a dream to reality,

Like  a phoenix rising from its own ashes,

I can now at least see reason despite my insanity,

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The sky is showering its blessings at the stroke of midnight,

As everyone sleeps, I am awakened by the rain tonight.

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>.<

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These water drops have returned home,

After a long journey’s cessation,

They bounce , fall and jump around,

In this solitude, I witness a unique celebration.

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I can’t find words for describing, to write,

Their celebration, my hopes and the rain tonight.

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This joy, this celebration,

My heart it feeds,

These drops though small and negligible

To my mind, my peace serves as seeds,

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It rains everyday in my heart,

But finally it rains tonight.

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With sun’d filtered beams,

Reaching me with all its shine

The rain must leave and so do I,

Like two best friends we’ll again meet sometime

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I have forgotten my sorrow, its reason and everything’s alright

The only thing I remember is the fact that it rained last night

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