I won’t ask any questions that you can’t answer and there are so many of them. Everything I want to ask, everything I want to tell you is always something that I shouldn’t. I am tied up by all that can’t let myself do. But at the same time I want some kind of happinessContinue reading ““I won’t ask any questions” – Nayana Nair”
A last chance again brushes past me and a list gathers in me like aimless insects gathering around their last light. They talk to each other about all the things that they had hoped they would find by now. One by one tears fill up in the eyes of every wish, when one of themContinue reading ““Aimless Insects” – Nayana Nair”
You say, “There are two of me and two of you and if we are trying to be precise in the count of us I think there are many me and many you.” Does it even matter, to think about all the people we were just for a day? To complain about a love thatContinue reading ““Future You Saw” – Nayana Nair”
How long can we stay at sidelines and watch a flower being crushed. How many can we save even if we try? There are many flowers on numerous path and there are many people who have places to go.
She left the door ajar and closed the curtains as she left, like she did so many things that I didn’t ask her to do. Like so many things I didn’t notice. Did I fear darkness of the room? Did I fear drifting into sleep no longer be sure that this body would continue breathing?Continue reading ““Only She Knows” – Nayana Nair”
I have not known what it is like to stop looking for ways to prove people and their minds as the root of my the problems. What is it like to stop hurting others, thinking everyone out there has something against me. What it is to undo the harm of many many hands. What isContinue reading ““What is it like?” – Nayana Nair”
I open a paper that will travel many pockets but will not have the good fate of getting lost. The confessions of my affection reaches every ear but not your heart.
The cry that was stuck in my throat turned out to be my name , that I had forgotten long ago. Probably when there were too many of me for me to hold, to make space for the all other names that I must never forget. How often have I let go of my ownContinue reading ““Return” – Nayana Nair”
I make some space on my cluttered desk for my head to rest its worries. And I find a string of light as a keepsake to take with me when I’m buried. What else am I going to miss? There are so many things I miss in life already. But I can’t make my heartContinue reading ““Spring” – Nayana Nair”
There are moments of indifference that once piled up seems more than the years I have lived. There are too many memories where I cannot see anyone but myself running around in a dark cave afraid of everything I bump into. Not knowing that even if I shout if anyone would hear, sometimes fearful ofContinue reading ““Too late to care” – Nayana Nair”