“Creature of Claw” – Nayana Nair

How long should I bleedfor the one who holds the knife. I pluck another flower of kindnessto appease the one who won’t even smile for me.He looks at it and tells me the tested foolproof waysto kill this useless plant that grows in meand cracks his shield. He tells me he will love me moreifContinue reading ““Creature of Claw” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember (17)” – Nayana Nair

those who spent their liveswrecking their hands to mould me into something better,tried fruitlessly to break me without pain,to break me and make me into somethingthat would be accepted by this world.they showered me with love so i won’t know, won’t remember how much it pained me or how much it hurt themto have giftedContinue reading ““What I Remember (17)” – Nayana Nair”

“Far from Ideal” – Nayana Nair

I cannot ask you why your mind is so twisted.I cannot ask why you are not fair.Maybe your situation didn’t allow you to be idealand that’s why you don’t care.So I will stop now.I will stop asking questions that you need not answerbecause there is a lot more to us, a lot that we haveContinue reading ““Far from Ideal” – Nayana Nair”

“Stay Awake” – Nayana Nair

You loved well. I loved well. The saddest days we have made it though are proof that. We have survived through the worst, it is just that we don’t know how to love each other in peace. How to keep our love alive when there are no enemies threatening it. The calendars change, the furnitureContinue reading ““Stay Awake” – Nayana Nair”

“Blue of our Minds” – Nayana Nair

The strip of land that lies in the midst of the blue of our minds. There shall we sit face to face and talk. We could talk of many things you could tell me how your hands throw away every trinkets and prize, only because they don’t feel as you thought they would in yourContinue reading ““Blue of our Minds” – Nayana Nair”

“Days to come” – Nayana Nair

The trees don’t whisper, don’t console me with lies that they have heard too many times. They tell me that this sorrow won’t go away atleast not without me. That there will be days I will look at the empty chair opposite me and my coffee would taste of tears. Days when I would wakeContinue reading ““Days to come” – Nayana Nair”