As I climb,my steps remembered the shoes I once hadthe ones that didn’t hurt so muchand how hands of mine that hacked through themjust to become my own person,some sort of grown-up.I climbed over the yellow soft dressand the light that it caughtjust to get this, this body that looks held togetherbut is not(this bodyContinue reading ““Black Pond” – Nayana Nair”
When you found my door I was in my workshop in the middle of chiseling and crafting my memories Now I am half made up and half real and there is no point of opening this door and forcing you to accept a half that you won’t like.
I saw you soft as the clouds of heaven. I felt you covered in the condensed drops of love that the whole world breathes out. And I hated you for it. I saw your skin marked with me. I saw the cracks in your smile covered in my kisses. I saw my reflection in yourContinue reading ““Hate You” – Nayana Nair”