“The Year of Frost Starts” – Nayana Nair

You walk in with a cake of rust,two hours late.You kiss me ,wait for me to smile,to say thanks,to make another offering of myselfat your shrine. You tell me of love,the only love that you cannotget out of your heart.This love that suffocates you these daysmore than before.How my face asks for too much,even whenContinue reading ““The Year of Frost Starts” – Nayana Nair”

“the darkness that she sings for me” – Nayana Nair

i am in lovewith the woman who sings andbecomes the backgroundof my every night. i like to listen to her voiceas she takes my every secondkeeps it out of my reach,teaches me some really suspicious waysto keep myself safe from the her demons. she glows in the darkness that she sewsonly for me,for me toContinue reading ““the darkness that she sings for me” – Nayana Nair”

“I don’t want to be right anymore” – Nayana Nair

I wonder‘me being right’at what point of time it became synonymousto finding out that his heart is empty-my name washed out by the waves of the other girl.The girl whom he swore is not his type.“I was right”, I said as my hand trembled with anger and then fearas I waited for the reply, forContinue reading ““I don’t want to be right anymore” – Nayana Nair”