“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”

“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”

“Shopping in the HATE section” – Nayana Nair

should i thank youfor becoming the faceless strangerthat i dread the most? you are the new voice inside my head.less of a voice, more of a threat. how should i make you happy?how can i shut you up?-is all i think about.i want to grow upand grow out of this mindthat can’t take even thisContinue reading ““Shopping in the HATE section” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember (12)” – Nayana Nair

hailstones.that’s what i remember.when the stones fellonto the already breaking roofs of our class,the girl who sat three rows aheadstopped reading.everyone who was busy day dreaming,who had shut their ears to every useless fact that we come to learn,knew how to listen to this,to this violence that could hurt but won’t. i sat there listening,wonderingContinue reading ““What I Remember (12)” – Nayana Nair”

“Shallow Hearts” – Nayana Nair

While the world can preach of greater pain and complain of shallow hearts that never look out of themselves. They never see the the windows of their heart that were nailed shut from outside.

“Knock” – Nayana Nair

My life is divided into different rooms as is my heart. For as long as I remember, from the time I used to care for decorations to the time I am too lazy to clean up. From the moments of sweet solitude by the window to the clinking glasses and winking eyes. The room belongedContinue reading ““Knock” – Nayana Nair”