“Small Impossible Dream” – Nayana Nair

Her floor had always been the color of the seasonI remember this, only when I step into the mess of her life.The spring issues lay scattered like the flowersThe pink, red, yellows, and greens,women who only know youth,women who only grow youngerthe kind of woman she wanted to be(what a small impossible dream)and she almostContinue reading ““Small Impossible Dream” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember (25)” – Nayana Nair

There is something beautiful about peoplewho lose themselveswhen they lose someone.The layer of sanity that cracks,the heart that lets the past take over-is a feeling I would never understand.And all I do in such weatheris wait.Waitfor my coping mechanism to kick in,to take the decision away from me,and let me forget the meaning of loss.Continue reading ““What I Remember (25)” – Nayana Nair”

“Spilling the Ink” – Nayana Nair

You ask why I don’t stay and fight. You ask if I realise that I can win as much as others. I tell you that everyone has a dream. And what I get by staying and fighting, are not my dream. That I cannot live in this world of regulated self-expression. Always fearing when IContinue reading ““Spilling the Ink” – Nayana Nair”