“All the boxes are checked” – Nayana Nair

It hurts a bit more naturallyand less violently,now that betrayal has a range,has not one but many faces.Now I need not figure what I did wrong. All the boxes are checked: family, family, friends, not friends,thank-god-we-were-never-friends friends,i-am-sad-i-stood-up-for-you friends,people who marked my skin with their nameto own mewhile i slept in their arms(another golden cup addedContinue reading ““All the boxes are checked” – Nayana Nair”

“Show You Around” – Nayana Nair

Let me show you around. This place that you think as mine will soon be yours one day. Especially because you will want to own this mess more than you want to own my heart. And though my eyes might roll at the sound of the word “own” but that’s just how things are. OneContinue reading ““Show You Around” – Nayana Nair”

“Who seem to know a lot” – Nayana Nair

Nothing scares me more than people who seem to know a lot about world, who seem to know every answer to every problem. Especially when the answer is that the weight and blame of this collapsing world only lies on shoulder of few. And answers mostly revolve about how not every one is equal. IContinue reading ““Who seem to know a lot” – Nayana Nair”

“River” – Nayana Nair

Rivers of people crowded the alleys of my mind. Every thought of mine had to go through them. And they were relentless. By the time it made through them, it was not the same. That beautiful new born thought had turned into a old stranger. I learned one thing that I can never have aContinue reading ““River” – Nayana Nair”

“Better without us” – Nayana Nair

The dust that lay on the page that I left open long ago is now a page on it’s own, with a story its own. I look at it and read negligence and loneliness. I read how things are forgotten so easily and how things are treated as things by people who live their lifeContinue reading ““Better without us” – Nayana Nair”

“Hobby”- Nayana Nair

My hobby is to find an unclaimed space in myself and then try to color it. Because I am bored. Because I have trouble that are taking up much more spaces and this is the only space left for me in my own life. And here I create, I paint my desperation, self-doubt on theContinue reading ““Hobby”- Nayana Nair”

“Every time”- Nayana Nair

Every time I left a place, running late to catch my train, with so much luggage which made me wonder do I really own so much and wondered why I thought I had nothing or maybe someone always had something more than me. Every time I left it was with so much haste and panic,Continue reading ““Every time”- Nayana Nair”