“Away from the City of Saints” – Nayana Nair

so the saint i read about walked this land,looked at this river, looked at this sky,and stood where I stand. in the cases of glass there are letters,there are feelings i cannot understand.they say he made this place with lovehere his everything ends, where his nothing began. but the glass turned into mirrorshis writing becameContinue reading ““Away from the City of Saints” – 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”