“that’s so us” – Nayana Nair

the rains of these kindthat starts with loss and longingthat won’t slow downwon’t shut upthese rains are so much like meso much like youindifferent and crueli have found another song todaythat somehow floatsabove the static of this worldi have found another shelterthat fools me into believingthat my sadness is something i can run fromthat weContinue reading ““that’s so us” – Nayana Nair”

“Anything but Gray” – Nayana Nair

Once I could write of rainsand the pain they bring.Today I am afraid of the umbrellas, of shelters,of the short-lived moments of what I used to call happiness,of the ill-planned escapes from cells filled with my own darkness and filth. o How have I grown into this personwho recognizes only one face,that is my own.CanContinue reading ““Anything but Gray” – Nayana Nair”

“Memorizing Names” – Nayana Nair

There was no joy to wander, to pack my bags with belongings not entirely mine and to have a bagful of borrowed stuff, of borrowed time. Living on the kindness that I didn’t deserve. Each new handhake sounded like echoes of heartbreak from the future. I knew where I was going and I knew whereContinue reading ““Memorizing Names” – Nayana Nair”

“Fire Drill” – Nayana Nair

Yesterday the fire alarm rang. We pretended to run even though we knew of this lie. Cause we were convinced this will keep us alive, when (if) our worst fear (out of so many) became reality. And in the open where it was supposed to be safe (as if any place in this world isContinue reading ““Fire Drill” – Nayana Nair”