She stood ten steps away from me.Smiling the sort of smileI thought I would never see again.The leaves and their shadows,the broken lightonly for us tonight.I remember the how I loved heras the wind rushes to hold her.She, the mast of our broken ship,asks me how I have been. My fingers that ache for hershideContinue reading ““Before we are set in stone” – 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”
A lot of life is just running away from what makes you tremble. Finding the strength to come back and look into the eyes of your fear. Only to know that it has grown as much as you have.