“I am not mistaken. I know it doesn’t hurt you.” – Nayana Nair

I wish for once to be unstable enough,to lose it for once,to kill every part of me that wants to take your nameevery minute of the day,to throw away this shit that you haveengraved me into-into your bigger plans, into your list of exes,into the list of girls who would never be good enough forContinue reading ““I am not mistaken. I know it doesn’t hurt you.” – Nayana Nair”

“Rainbows and Reflection” – Nayana Nair

I always thoughtthat I could be happy,really happy,forever happy,if only I could make myself love happiness. Though I approached this strange kid,though I pretended to be good and as holy as humans can be,I had nothing to say this ever smiling child.All the standard stories I had prepared for this heavy choreof presenting myself toContinue reading ““Rainbows and Reflection” – Nayana Nair”

“Aftermath” – Nayana Nair

Like me, probably many have tried their bestto set their limits,have learned how to stop before learning how to move.We recite story of forgiveness, of patience, of eternal undying loveto our children at night.and when they fall asleepwe recite these stories to ourselves,so that we may not forget them.I remember all the proofs, every newsContinue reading ““Aftermath” – Nayana Nair”

“Craft” – Nayana Nair

the broken stories that you lived on were never actually broken. these stories are not pieces of a whole, but a whole that is meant to look like a piece. they are made so. they are crafted to be faulty, to look like us, to look like the things we want to be but aren’t.Continue reading ““Craft” – Nayana Nair”

“The Usual” – Nayana Nair

Sure I don’t feel hollow for the every minute we don’t speak. Sure I don’t wait for your messages when I am with friends. And I don’t feel weak even when your anger breaks my back and your love breaks my heart. You told me something was wrong with me and this is not howContinue reading ““The Usual” – Nayana Nair”

“More Boxes” – Nayana Nair

Everyday I buy more boxes and more trunks, to stow away the harmless opinions and stories of mine that have never left my mouth, and have never known how the cold air of this world feels like. They are better off not knowing how they are going to be broken and crushed till nothing ofContinue reading ““More Boxes” – Nayana Nair”

“Map” – Nayana Nair

I lose memory of the nights when you crept up the walls of my life. When you planted the seeds of doubt and made my each step wary and my words full of fear. One day I woke up knowing that I was not me, but you. I was living the second chance of yourContinue reading ““Map” – Nayana Nair”

“Sparkler’s Trail” – Nayana Nair

The duration of time we speak of as days is just our stories breaking and bleeding from moment to another. The fragments of our memories are just bookmarks to pages with words that has been long erased. And all that we are left with are threads of time suspended in our eyes, that really isn’tContinue reading ““Sparkler’s Trail” – Nayana Nair”

“Midnight Call” – Nayana Nair

There is somewhat a hesitancy in me to I pick up the call at midnight. The ring sounds different. It has a shaky sound immitating the hands that must be struggling to hold phone in the very hand through which countries of stories have slipped into darkness. Leaving behind this person who must feel likeContinue reading ““Midnight Call” – Nayana Nair”

“Be With Me” – Nayana Nair

My pain sits on my shoulder, clings to my neck and sings stories of years that defined me. How it had no one else but me. It was so fierce, yet so fragile. I felt the urge to protect it. From anything. From everything. I wanted to protect it from every cure. I wanted itContinue reading ““Be With Me” – Nayana Nair”