my feet relentlessly insiston burning themselvesfor the sake of summer mood. i wear a shirt too big for me.a wear a smile a bit too small.i wear the worry of my parents on my neck. i feel their fearwhen i smile back at strangers.i pretend to be the sand that no one can hurt.i pretendContinue reading ““Summer Mood” – Nayana Nair”
i sat on the cold melting ground,my hand filled with what would soon be me.“there is nothing to scavenge here,there is no hope in such death”,you said as you placed my handon this face that you no longer called yours.“what do you see?“(you asked this so often)“what would you like me to say?“,were the onlyContinue reading ““What do you see?” – Nayana Nair”
There are pockets in my shirt where I occasionally find some money I forgot to spend, some scribbled paper which seemed important but was not. I find ghost of your hands, your fingerprints, that I forgot to wash away.