In a dull handheld mirrorthat had yet to be broken,I looked at myselfand realizedthat someone is dying inside me. I didn’t know how to accept this,so I solved every question in my math textbook.I learned to eat more and sleep late.Stared at my wrist for hours.Pretended to sleep fearing questions.Tried a bit of every sinandContinue reading ““A Dull Reflection of Hope” – Nayana Nair”
Even when I insisted that I am fine without relying on you. Even when I tried to keep only my best version in your eyes.When I said I can solve my problems and if I can’t, I will learn to live with them; to never trouble yourself with what I suffer or how I suffer.Continue reading ““On the saddest cloud” – Nayana Nair”
Our now and forever will be just like our today. Though I am a small human who can never jump across the divisions of time and reach to the you in the sadder future, to comfort you and assure you of my love. I know I am helpless like that. I know there are manyContinue reading ““Small Human” – Nayana Nair”
I told myself I just needed some answers to solve this life. So that I can untangle my feelings from this world, from the shadows of people I am maintaining by my wavering light. But when nothing got solved and the problems became too familiar to be thrown away from my life. I told myselfContinue reading ““Passing Amusement” – Nayana Nair”
What makes us lose our sleep is the fear of each other that keeps us awake, keeps us on guard all our life. If it was just slaughter that we feared we could still calm our nerves. But we fear an invasion followed by abandonment, that makes it that much more difficult to overcome theContinue reading ““Invasion” – Nayana Nair”
The amount of persuasion it takes to force oneself, into believing the delusion that belonging somewhere will solve all issues, will calm the turmoil of all unexplained emotions. That we can belong somewhere just because we want to.
While I read, the string of worlds, the ribbon of words, gets broken, gets tainted by my own skewed perspective of world. I don’t see other’s story as a story. I see them as manuals, as guides, to solve my own life. My mind replaces each word each face, each sorrow with my own. TillContinue reading ““For my own sake” – Nayana Nair”