“Where I Stop” – Nayana Nair

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Every few days
I feel the urge to get out
of this house that feels so full of myself.
Guilt of a comfortable life
forces me out,
so I take a stroll
through supermarket.
I wish I said that I went to a park
but I didn’t.
But I do remember going there once or twice.
Or was it a whole month of healthy choices
and healthy promises
that I knew I would never follow through.
The morning was sweet, and air was nice
and I felt a happiness I had never known.
They were probably the lightest hours
that I ever lived.
In short,
it was too much for me to take.
In short
it lured me to a different life
and asked me to change.
And that is where I stop
in front of racks of cookies
and chips,
in front of billing counter,
if front of calories I have no hunger for.
Knowing that I won’t change,
but hoping that I do.

“IN THE PARK, BY THE BENCH” – Nayana Nair

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In the park , by the bench,

There stands a tree,

Which has seen innumerable seasons pass

and innumerable humans pass,

Seen their laughter and tears dissolve into past.

With ‘its’ fresh new leaves lost to fresh fallen snow

And ‘its’ dead fallen leaves on the ground

Walked upon by dead fallen souls.

Lost ‘its’ fruits to cruel season and hungry mouths.

Stripped away of ‘its’ branches and its pride.

‘It’ stands there now, not noticed by an eye.

In the dew covered grass

‘It’ feels my steps.

In he morning fog

‘It’ hears my cries.

I feel ‘it’ looking down on me

And wondering

How my loss is more important than ‘its’.

Simply because

‘It’ suffered everything in silence.