“Even if you don’t want me back” – Nayana Nair

From the corner of my eyeI see you smile,I see it fade.I see you fade. From the corner of my eyefalls a tear,as I run into my mistakes,run into my cruel words,as I try to find you,in this place where you once lead me by my hand. In every space, in every memory,in every versionContinue reading ““Even if you don’t want me back” – Nayana Nair”

“Inversion” – Nayana Nair

When I stand near you,I want to believe that we are standing together.That our hearts being mirror imagesmeans something more.Mirror images…‘Lateral inversion’ they called it, I recall.We feel similar only when facing each other.But when we talk of this world,when we eat from our own broken plates,when we tell each others directions,when we see eachContinue reading ““Inversion” – Nayana Nair”

“What have my eyes lost sight of ?” – Nayana Nair

As I sing your praiseI end up recallinghow I used to look at you as if you could save me.But now we stare at each other while my life remains what it is.I don’t call it a mess now, to get some sympathy out of you,to get a miracle out of you.I don’t call itContinue reading ““What have my eyes lost sight of ?” – Nayana Nair”

“Blue Rant” – Nayana Nair

I have heard many saythat blue is saddest color.But what I find more sad ishow almost everyone I knowknows how to imagine/recall a sadnessat the mention of this color. I imagine this-all of us,millions of us standing in one huge roomand someone mentioning this color,this harmless color. I imagine our collective sadness, our collective agony.IContinue reading ““Blue Rant” – Nayana Nair”

“Backseat” – Nayana Nair

we get onto the carthat we wish was stoleni look at her (not my lover, yet),at him (my friend – we share the same passion of finding new things to be disappointed about),i look at the the small bags we have packedand realize that this is far too less to start a lifei count themContinue reading ““Backseat” – Nayana Nair”

“bedtime stories of what you used to be” – Nayana Nair

Even as I want to cut out your stories from my skin,even as I want to walk away from what you will always be,I end up recalling all the timeyou tried to be better than what you are.When without any calculations,without the thought of consequences,without even knowing it yourselfyou placed my broken body in yourContinue reading ““bedtime stories of what you used to be” – Nayana Nair”

“I won’t ask any questions” – Nayana Nair

I won’t ask any questions that you can’t answer and there are so many of them. Everything I want to ask, everything I want to tell you is always something that I shouldn’t. I am tied up by all that can’t let myself do. But at the same time I want some kind of happinessContinue reading ““I won’t ask any questions” – Nayana Nair”

“Same Season” – Nayana Nair

The tree looked at his friend through the net of blooming flowers at his forlorn form, at the new desert on his skin. Recalling his own autumn that is gone and will come again and wondered what is this friendship, that makes them smile at each other even when the same season decorates one withContinue reading ““Same Season” – Nayana Nair”

“Dull Decorations” – Nayana Nair

Today as I ate, as I looked around at the woodwork, at the dull decorations on the wall, at the TV show without sound, as I made way from lifting spoon again and again swallowing my way through the alieniating conversation, through the one chunk of time filled with boredom to the next changing intoContinue reading ““Dull Decorations” – Nayana Nair”

“Image of You” – Nayana Nair

I don’t want to cry. It feels the more I cry, the more I loose you. What if I run out of tears? What if I run out of things to remember? How real can you remain when the last image of you I recall would be from another memory.