“What we won’t find” – Nayana Nair

I have spent every bit of my energytrying not to cry, not to lose,trying to believe that this suffering is fine,that I’ll somehow make it through.I struggle to forget all the compromisesthat have only given me new scars that no one can see but me,to come in terms with the factthat it is not myContinue reading ““What we won’t find” – Nayana Nair”

“Glossy Paper” – Nayana Nair

I had too many magazines of glossy paper with pictures of places better than where I live. I always bought the one showing better lives. (what can I possible do or dream with knowing the worse ones) I would like to say that I remember each beach I saw, that I remember the colors IContinue reading ““Glossy Paper” – Nayana Nair”

“Aimless Insects” – Nayana Nair

A last chance again brushes past me and a list gathers in me like aimless insects gathering around their last light. They talk to each other about all the things that they had hoped they would find by now. One by one tears fill up in the eyes of every wish, when one of themContinue reading ““Aimless Insects” – Nayana Nair”

“Screen” – Nayana Nair

I read my words, and could only see me, as person walking on the crowded streets after spending hours of attention on a screen that blurred the alphabets and left in my eyes the only image of me looking at this screen forever. I saw someone who could not bear life. I wondered when IContinue reading ““Screen” – Nayana Nair”

“Last Shred” – Nayana Nair

When you think you are holding onto the last shred of yourself, don’t spend it on the words that have been long lost in the air, on the gazes that the eyes have long forgot. Keep it safe for yourself. You have lost bigger things than love and you have still lived well. And aContinue reading ““Last Shred” – Nayana Nair”

“These days” – Nayana Nair

These days I want to stay away from people, who I once called friends, (I think they never called me that) and I have doubts on what I feel. These days I am suffering from an unexplained aversion to human relation and condition. My efforts are spent in avoiding people and small talks. These days,Continue reading ““These days” – Nayana Nair”