“Temperaments and Thoughts” – Nayana Nair

We once loved this worldmore than ourselves.Now we just like everythingonly as much as our own temperaments and thoughts permit. The oranges reminds him of view from his broken home,the sour taste of everything that should have been beautiful. The glowing beads fill my mind with the images of meaningless gifts,the faces of men andContinue reading ““Temperaments and Thoughts” – Nayana Nair”

“moodboard” – Nayana Nair

here.the buildings and their makeshift purpose,the liquid tar evaporating and raining down,the birds that resurrect only for a day,the menu written, re-writtenwith tastes i find strange,the ceremonies of 3 meals and 1000 snacksand casual friends,the wishlist, the moodboardsthat I have no heart in.herethis all there is.hereeverything is overwhelmingand still not enough.

“What I Remember (27)” – Nayana Nair

i think this suits me most-to lose myselfand yet look okay.god gave me a face that always looks okayeven when i don’t want it to.(there have been only handful of dayswhen i want to look as miserable i am.) i wonder how it feelsto say“do i look broken today yet?“i cried all night”.i have neverContinue reading ““What I Remember (27)” – Nayana Nair”

“Rainbows and Reflection” – Nayana Nair

I always thoughtthat I could be happy,really happy,forever happy,if only I could make myself love happiness. Though I approached this strange kid,though I pretended to be good and as holy as humans can be,I had nothing to say this ever smiling child.All the standard stories I had prepared for this heavy choreof presenting myself toContinue reading ““Rainbows and Reflection” – Nayana Nair”

“Soft Soil” – Nayana Nair

you are nowjust a butterfly in the unruly garden of my life. you were once the laughter in our home.your hands were once as warm as mine.you were so many things,the one who knew how to make everyone smile,the one who could soothe my heart with a kind understanding glance,the one who never cried(now IContinue reading ““Soft Soil” – Nayana Nair”

“Eroding Structures” – Nayana Nair

I checked my diaries for the hints of regrets, for the eroding structures of demands I once made from life. I checked my skin for the trace of scars- the remains of the unreasonable yet necessary decisions. The sharp bleeding memory of the blade, of the hatred I inflicted on myself. I checked the outlineContinue reading ““Eroding Structures” – Nayana Nair”

“Far too valuable” – Nayana Nair

My plate and my half eaten meal, they remind you of all the times when I have wasted things, far too valuable. The trinkets that I treasure. The coins that cannot buy anything. The souvenirs that have lost meaning, the people without memories. This city in my mind, I keep alive by not breathing. YouContinue reading ““Far too valuable” – Nayana Nair”