“Don’t tell me” – Nayana Nair

Unlike your descriptions,the green doesn’t wait for the sun.It doesn’t know what waiting is,what the word ‘sun’ is, it doesn’t even knowthat you are the its spokesperson. I am not coming at your throat dear,it’s just that I feel, as time passesthat you see me more as that greenthan your woman. You cut my sentencesContinue reading ““Don’t tell me” – Nayana Nair”