“Well” – Nayana Nair

I left my thirst in your well-the only way to get rid of it,get rid of it I must.For three seasons I filled it up with dirt.I waited for rains to hide my steps, to hide what I have done.I built few hills every time you crossed my thought.I built it with love. I builtContinue reading ““Well” – Nayana Nair”

“I let him drive” – Nayana Nair

I roll down my windowhoping for the first timethat I knew how to driveso that I wouldn’t have a confused witnessto my impulse of moving forward by a mileand falling down by a heartbeat. “Is everything alright?”,he asks me too often.I don’t bother to calm him down by saying ‘yes’as I was doing an hourContinue reading ““I let him drive” – Nayana Nair”

“Escape Plan” – Nayana Nair

the doll with black buttons eyes – i can be that,if you also don’t mind being one.we can sit under the shade of broken wooden chair.we can call this air-conditioned room our world.the ring on your finger will longer fit you,these bruises will finally leave your life.we can wear dresses that carry no scent ofContinue reading ““Escape Plan” – Nayana Nair”

“Hint” – Nayana Nair

Once I could call you, call your name without reason , without the anxiousness that now haunts me when the phone keeps ringing or when you stay silent as you wait for me to take the hint. -oOo- I am afraid of bringing up my own name in front of you. I am afraid toContinue reading ““Hint” – Nayana Nair”

“New Fact” – Nayana Nair

All that you don’t know of, all that I fear stands behind the door, waiting for the right time to ring the bell, to call you out for a moment so that it can tell you about the mistake that has been made. “All-that-you-do-not-know-of-yet” has brought you someone with deeper love and better heart andContinue reading ““New Fact” – Nayana Nair”

“Your Place” – Nayana Nair

I am not walking over your footprints. I am walking into the space you used to occupy in this world. I am walking into your absence. I am taking your place. I am taking your voice. I am taking in the laughter that escaped your lips and never found their way back. I am walkingContinue reading ““Your Place” – Nayana Nair”

“Midnight Call” – Nayana Nair

There is somewhat a hesitancy in me to I pick up the call at midnight. The ring sounds different. It has a shaky sound immitating the hands that must be struggling to hold phone in the very hand through which countries of stories have slipped into darkness. Leaving behind this person who must feel likeContinue reading ““Midnight Call” – Nayana Nair”