“Before we are set in stone” – Nayana Nair

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”