“Come home” – Nayana Nair

Come homeand lie that you knowhow to miss me.Pass me by a thousand timein these small rooms,none which feel like the home I wanted.Once you told me that the issue isthat I want a lot of things, that I want too much.That wanting doesn’t suit someone like me.I find the person I am not inContinue reading ““Come home” – Nayana Nair”

“Wish List” – Nayana Nair

what do i want? snapshots of food i can’t eat? GIFs and videos to forward? people to gossip about? people to gossip to? friends? false sense of confidence? a filter for my mouth? a switch to put my heart to death? a reality check (altered to suit my expectation)? amnesia? counselling sessions? one more funContinue reading ““Wish List” – Nayana Nair”

“If this was Home” – Nayana Nair

There was never a point of timewhen I could sit back and say-“This is home.This is where I will always be.No one can take me away from here.Here is where I am bound to be.”Because I could never hold onto anything even when I wanted to. *** I was always convincedthat there is something veryContinue reading ““If this was Home” – Nayana Nair”

“Potential” – Nayana Nair

My every action feels like a potential trigger for my all-seeing god and his all-criticizing followers to throw me into the hell that is still under construction. They are always changing the furniture, always tearing down new wallpapers, to suit to life I fear most. But I can never make up my mind. Maybe knowing,Continue reading ““Potential” – Nayana Nair”

“Missing and wanting what lies forgotten” – Nayana Nair

For long I have lived avoiding a lot in life. The sting of disappointment. The pointless chatter that becomes noise, laughter, a habit. A lovely company. The colors that didn’t suit me, colors that I loved just the same. But now I miss the life in my heart and the pain that made skies andContinue reading ““Missing and wanting what lies forgotten” – Nayana Nair”

“Scavenge” – Nayana Nair

As you scavenge you brain for some pleasant memories that would suit the cold air fogged up with impending tears. All you can think of are the visions that can scorch the skin of the ‘new you’ until you are nothing but what you were. And the only thing you can remember is the oneContinue reading ““Scavenge” – Nayana Nair”