“Even when things are right” – Nayana Nair

“The sky is your canvas”,the book to all ailments said,“there is a joy in filling it up with life.”But as I finished my 157th sketch,as I finished my 300th one,as I finished the one with no count attached(the one I called “the limits that were stronger than me”),as I write over all that I hadContinue reading ““Even when things are right” – Nayana Nair”

“Pendulums and Spirit Animals” – Nayana Nair

In my beautiful dreamsI run to you, as if you are my body,as if I cannot press play without your hands,as if the world won’t come into my graspwithout your skin. When my eyes open,I don’t mind losing the worldif it helps me get rid of you. An animal in me cries out your nameContinue reading ““Pendulums and Spirit Animals” – Nayana Nair”

“Audience” – Nayana Nair

the most beautifulbitter bitsof this worldbelong to me now.a car rushes by far awayand i wonder aboutthe girl crying her eyes outon the table not far from mine,or the middle-aged man looking lostin front of his home in my window,or the woman who left her phone and purseon her table on purposeand turned back atContinue reading ““Audience” – Nayana Nair”

“Summer Mood” – Nayana Nair

my feet relentlessly insiston burning themselvesfor the sake of summer mood. i wear a shirt too big for me.a wear a smile a bit too small.i wear the worry of my parents on my neck. i feel their fearwhen i smile back at strangers.i pretend to be the sand that no one can hurt.i pretendContinue reading ““Summer Mood” – Nayana Nair”

“Don’t tell me” – Nayana Nair

Unlike your descriptions,the green doesn’t wait for the sun.It doesn’t know what waiting is,what the word ‘sun’ is, it doesn’t even knowthat you are the its spokesperson. I am not coming at your throat dear,it’s just that I feel, as time passesthat you see me more as that greenthan your woman. You cut my sentencesContinue reading ““Don’t tell me” – Nayana Nair”

“Keeping Distance” – Nayana Nair

All my sketches of you are living in a hopeless state of growing hunger, growing questions. I hear them talking to each other, asking your whereabouts. I have grown to become a mother of many children abandoned by her man. Children who are forced to share a life with me while struggling to keep aContinue reading ““Keeping Distance” – Nayana Nair”