“On Erasing Roads” – Nayana Nair

The dead world lives through her.Her escape is a door left openfor the violence to spread,or so she always believed.When she saw someone who reminded her of love,saw that the fragile bird of happinesswould choose sit by her window and wait for her to sing back,when all that could make her feel safe and somehowContinue reading ““On Erasing Roads” – Nayana Nair”

“The city that won’t decompose” – Nayana Nair

Some days I am thankful to the wallsthat never broke down when I did,that looms up to the heightsthat seem more beautiful than sad(on certain days at least). The tiny tiles, the cemented words in me-they were supposed to be who I am,they were meant to decomposewhen I chose to change my ways,when I choseContinue reading ““The city that won’t decompose” – Nayana Nair”