“Is this what this distance, this decision means?” – Nayana Nair

With my back to the my cold family namethe metallic alphabets printing hard on my clothes,I standwith my feet half out of my pretty shoes –with my painted nails still hidden in the skin of another animal,my hands revolving the beautiful replica of Saturnaround the plastic heart on my elaborate key chain- a stage ofContinue reading ““Is this what this distance, this decision means?” – Nayana Nair”

“The Saving Business” – Nayana Nair

Ages ago, I did a course of 48 hours on saving people(as if saving was that easy).There were lots of questions, none that I could answer truthfully.I sat through confessions, lot of confessions.I sat there distancing myself from everything I had the potential to be-the one who clutched her handkerchief too tight,the one whose gazeContinue reading ““The Saving Business” – Nayana Nair”

“Strangely” – Nayana Nair

Strangely, her heart no longer sounded like an empty room, an empty stage, an empty world with only her voice. Strangely, for once a voice came into this emptiness and filled it with warmth greater than her, greater than her sorrow. This poem, that she held in her hands. This poem, that she holds inContinue reading ““Strangely” – Nayana Nair”

“STAGE” – Nayana Nair

They cheer for me, With joy and addiction. Eager to hear each sound That escapes my mouth. Dipping themselves, Drowning together In the music that they love. But the stage is empty. Cause I’m not really there,above. I’m choking ,somewhere, on tears Holding in my arms our dying love. And though you stand in theContinue reading ““STAGE” – Nayana Nair”