“Small Impossible Dream” – Nayana Nair

Her floor had always been the color of the seasonI remember this, only when I step into the mess of her life.The spring issues lay scattered like the flowersThe pink, red, yellows, and greens,women who only know youth,women who only grow youngerthe kind of woman she wanted to be(what a small impossible dream)and she almostContinue reading ““Small Impossible Dream” – Nayana Nair”

“Consume and Forget” – Nayana Nair

The orange pink drops of raining summer falls on the threadbare skin and crying ribs of the broken umbrella (the only one you have). Strangers gather under the dark shadows of leisure. All the sorrows waiting on the tables to be chosen, to be had, promising you a deeper life than what you have. ToContinue reading ““Consume and Forget” – Nayana Nair”