“Pendulums and Spirit Animals” – Nayana Nair

In my beautiful dreamsI run to you, as if you are my body,as if I cannot press play without your hands,as if the world won’t come into my graspwithout your skin. When my eyes open,I don’t mind losing the worldif it helps me get rid of you. An animal in me cries out your nameContinue reading ““Pendulums and Spirit Animals” – Nayana Nair”

“the constant part of love” – Nayana Nair

i remember your hands and their warmthlike i rememberthe versions of methat were easier to live with (or so i think).the colors, their unnatural brightness,the scent of acetone always lingeringon the tips of your fingertips,always hiding a sad rainbow (just my type).always a star that you forgot to rub and break,shined on your skin.under myContinue reading ““the constant part of love” – Nayana Nair”

“Luminous” – Nayana Nair

The night doesn’t quite reach my land.There are columns and mountains of lightthat my people have given themselves to. I never roll down my windows.There is a scent of death in the air.I don’t want to rememberhow burning is painful. In my mind I run towards the memoriesof my perspective correction classes.I pick out aContinue reading ““Luminous” – 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”

“For Your Smile” – Nayana Nair

There were far too many things that I needed to undojust so I can be someonewho could give you the same joy thatyou gave away way to easilyto someone like me. – You were so brightwithout me.Your smiles were so hugewhen you were far.That I had to be blind to not know that I wasContinue reading ““For Your Smile” – Nayana Nair”

“Root” – Nayana Nair

Everything that reminds me of what I was leaves me helpless. Everything that tells me of what I could be leaves me expecting, makes my skin weak, makes the wound stay. All the right word you utter is like the air carrying scents of a distant garden. The garden that I will never see, forContinue reading ““Root” – Nayana Nair”

“Better Understanding” – Nayana Nair

Her fingers brushed past my skin, in a hurry to avoid what I am. As if she knew what to avoid, what not to remind, what must not be spoken – for the love to remain. Only after I learnt to let my footsteps be taken by the waves, only after taking myself out ofContinue reading ““Better Understanding” – Nayana Nair”