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“DREAM”- Nayana Nair

The same old story, the familiar scene,

There’s land and sea, but no sign of green.

Although its hot and dry, but somehow it gives me pleasure,

As I walk by the shore, absent mindedly, possibly for pleasure.

The desert and the sea, here they merge,

I sit sipping my coffee at a sand dune’s verge.

I look at two people sitting on my either side,

We exchange glances and offer each other smile.

A pleasing silence and a joy, here prevails,

As we see at some distancing slow graceful sails.

But suddenly a darkness engulfs everything,

Besides me, in this void, exists nothing.

I open my eyes, to see the light shine,

And set off that alarm, which broke the dream of mine.

Never have I forgotten that story and that scene,

Though it may seem strange and weird…..but it’s still my beloved recurring dream.

“A NEW PLACE, A NEW SHORE”- Nayana Nair

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My heart, my house, my place for escape,

Has not been looked after and is in a pretty bad shape.

Although I see beauty in every other direction,

But my gaze is fixed on this building, for which no one has affection.

But the fault was mine and mine alone,

Whom I gave my undivided attention, are long gone.

And what’s left behind is the heart I never cared for,

A heart, that doesn’t complain for always being ignored.

But today I stand at my own heart’s door,

To ask for forgiveness from my soul’s core.

For chasing the shadows that were never meant to be mine,

For it was you who created them for me, it was you light divine.

So let’s restore the happiness you held before,

Let’s move our house to a new place, a new shore.

And remove this dust from our heart’s windows,

Let’s plant the seed of joy that forever will grow.

“WE’LL NEVER KNOW” – Nayana Nair

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Look at the faces on a crowded lane,
Every face with dozens of emotion is stained.
With hundreds of worries in their brains,
Still with courage and smile, they live, they bear that pain.

But no one’s here to gaze at other’s  face,
Just wishing to live one more day, without going insane.
Trying to hide themselves, disappointments and craze,
Each smile they witness only reminds them of their own pain.

Every one hiding their past,
Their selfishness, desires and fiendish acts.
Just a written script everyday they enact,
The lives you see are all an illusion not fact.

Behind the illusive smiles and cheers,
There’s a night sky studded with fears.
Ans curtain of never ending tears,
An ocean of pain we find hard to bear.

But even with a common sorrow, a common fight,
They crush each other in darkness, for their own delight.
Ignoring reason, sympathy or truth’s light,
Each one struggling to prove their own might.

Maybe that’s what life is,
And what it always will be.
Maybe we’ll always be a bunch of biased sadists,
Reason who ignore to see.
Or maybe we’re supposed to rise above these boundaries,
Embrace each other and live free.
Or maybe we’ll never know,
What we’re meant to be.

AND SLOWLY WE WALK”- Nayana Nair.

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On the way to the library,

We both giggled as we talk,

When everyone was ahead in a hurry,

You stayed back with me and slowly we walk

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Here at this moment

I want

That this walk, this path would never end,

But I’d wish

You’d stop sacrificing you joys for my betterment.

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As the others, our classmates play, merrily on ground

I dare not and would not go anywhere near,

You love to play, but you sit with me to hear bird’s sound,

From your eyes, I can tell, not words but hearts they hear

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Here at this moment

I want

Your eyes to hear my every thought and plight,

But I’d wish

You’d leave me, without me  as a burden, your life will be more bright.

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Its lunch time, and all the girls are talking,

You sit with me, leaving the company of all others,

In my world of solitude, you brought spring,

Then effortlessly, there comes a smile on your face and m sorrow withers.

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Here at this moment

I want

This smile to last on your face forever,

But I’d wish

I’d stop draining joys from your life and for a change I’d be the giver.

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The wish is my mind and the want is my heart.

I hope someday the reason of my mind agrees with the song in my heart

I hope someday they’d be together not poles apart,

I hope someday they’d speak the same thing for a new start.

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But now

I want and I wish

Someday, for every happiness you give me,

I could give you one back too,

Someday for every suffering you go through for me,

I could do the same for you

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I hope someday

Instead of looking up to you,

I’d grow up to be you.

“IMAGES”- Nayana Nair

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As I glance through the photos, those images,

That I have kept secure in my dairy’s pages.

I point to an image and exclaim “That’s me!!”,

An image which shows what I used to be.

A captured image, the moment of joys,

A point in the past when I had a choice.

Innocence of face and equally of heart,

That innocence in itself was a work of art.

That happiness, that joy, that freedom of mind,

And many more things I’ve left behind.

And surrounding me were genuine smile,

No knowledge of etiquettes, no care for style.

But now the person in the mirror is no longer me,

I look for my footsteps that have been washed away by the sea.

A feeling as if I’ve lost a part of me in the dark alleys I came from,

A feeling of hatred against the person I’ve become.

I search for myself in the ruins of the past,

In the shadows of images that won’t ever last.

 

“SMILE”- Nayana Nair

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A smile that makes the world so beautiful,

A smile that makes living so wonderful,

A smile that can vanish every frown,

A smile more precious than a diamond crown,

A smile that I see in every face,

A smile that adds to your grace,

A smile that seem to echo till eternity,

A smile that’s flooded with sincerity,

A smile that makes hills appear small,

A smile that could save me from every fall,

A smile that makes the time go slow,

A smile that out of your misery makes you grow,

But when I’m in grief,

And lose my hope for a time so brief,

I look upto you,

My Lord,

My God,

And that smile I see, makes me pray,

A smile that takes my pain away.

“THE FORGOTTEN FACES”- Nayana Nair

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Sitting on the platform, waiting for my train,

I look at the unknown faces in vain,

Trying to find that person, that face,,

That gifted me smiles and was reason for my pain.

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Those faces that I can’t recall,

It’s a fogged memory a distant call,

As if from another life, another age,

Too surreal to be reality at all.

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Running in the dark, I was chasing a light,

Not knowing the way amidst the trees of great height,

I collided with someone, and fell on the ground,

The light was gone but there were couple of faces in sight.

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It felt that I’ve known them for years,

Their laughter, their talk, was so sweet to hear,

But a part of me feared the unknown,

I ran away from them, although I wanted them to be near.

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That moment of indecision is all I regret,

As the time passes, their faces I forget,

Now I’m left with only a painful emptiness,

I may have changed the past, if a second chance I could get.

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Looking forward to meet them at another place,

Asking the God to fulfill my wish and brighten my days,

As for now, another encounter I pray,

As I search for that forgotten face.

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