“a proper life” – Nayana Nair

the metal melts on my tongue.this must be the fever that everyone warned me against.now i will never know how to die properly. i used up every drop i could find on this planetto make the broken trees in me grow.and there are so many, so many skeletons with stunted growth. i read we needContinue reading ““a proper life” – Nayana Nair”

“my dying love for lemonades and other similar things” – Nayana Nair

In my wardrobeI have hidden skeletons of you and mefrom last year, from the year before,even the year that never was (as per your memory). When my head aches from the mention of all the lightI am supposed to see in life (according to the countless articles on positive thinking), when I have had enough,Continue reading ““my dying love for lemonades and other similar things” – Nayana Nair”

“Tell me” – Nayana Nair

I stand here beneath the secrets piling over me at the edge, looking at how I spill out of my own body. Not able to contain myself. Not able to restain myself from looking into the darkness, from looking into the depth of me where lies the skeletons of many friendships and one rare love.Continue reading ““Tell me” – Nayana Nair”