“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”

“Be You” – Nayana Nair

Oh! Let me be you. Who walks with a sun in your pocket for every rainy day. Who stood at crossroads and decided which road shouldn’t exist. Let me be you for a day. So that I am not the one who hides in hollow words, who makes her bed on the dreams of others.Continue reading ““Be You” – Nayana Nair”

“Pocket” – Nayana Nair

There are pockets in my shirt where I occasionally find some money I forgot to spend, some scribbled paper which seemed important but was not. I find ghost of your hands, your fingerprints, that I forgot to wash away.