“everything else” – Nayana Nair

“warm”this word has become coldsitting at the base of my throatmy throat burnsand my everything else?my everything else-my pretty flesh and my ugly insides-who want me to be thereand at the same want me gone.i guess they want me to change.this is my new lowwhere my organs are my imaginary friendsthe only ones I canContinue reading ““everything else” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember (21)” – Nayana Nair

I prod and push the glass slowly, carefullyto the edge of the table,where your glass stands.At the edge where you place your suitcase,where you always tie your laces once againjust to be sure. That is the place you tell me to lovewhen you think I might lend something of meto keep such place alive,to keepContinue reading ““What I Remember (21)” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember (19)” – Nayana Nair

there are morningswhen i have forgotten how to forget.i open my eyesonly believing the dream just broken.there are morningswhen i hate myself for waking upand my body for needing reality so much. “i cannot give my heart to you”,i remind myself to say this as i gulp down a glass of chocolate milk,in case someoneContinue reading ““What I Remember (19)” – Nayana Nair”

“One of them” – Nayana Nair

Slowly I hear a flood, a riot, a madness of people rushing towards me. Their voices turning from gossiping whispers to name calling. Their anger pulling triggers real and imaginary. I hear a silence in the world that looks at me and tell me a list of things I did wrong to deserve this. TheyContinue reading ““One of them” – Nayana Nair”

“Spilling the Ink” – Nayana Nair

You ask why I don’t stay and fight. You ask if I realise that I can win as much as others. I tell you that everyone has a dream. And what I get by staying and fighting, are not my dream. That I cannot live in this world of regulated self-expression. Always fearing when IContinue reading ““Spilling the Ink” – Nayana Nair”