it takes only a second forthe children singing carols on my porch in green mufflersto run around and burn the beach,burying their favorite flavor of ice creamin the sandcastle meant to be some sort of time capsule.when i was young i didn’t have such powers.like themi could neither summon the seasonsnor walk towards them.being theContinue reading ““green carol” – Nayana Nair”
my feet relentlessly insiston burning themselvesfor the sake of summer mood. i wear a shirt too big for me.a wear a smile a bit too small.i wear the worry of my parents on my neck. i feel their fearwhen i smile back at strangers.i pretend to be the sand that no one can hurt.i pretendContinue reading ““Summer Mood” – Nayana Nair”
I think of the clothes that are too tight or too loose for me,of my skin that doesn’t like me the way it used to.How the mirrors in my home are hidden by the growing towers of books.I wonder what this says about me?I think of the fear that I feel when I am alone,theContinue reading ““What I Remember (15)” – Nayana Nair”
You remind me of a blue summer day. A day like any other but memorable just the same.
The orange pink drops of raining summer falls on the threadbare skin and crying ribs of the broken umbrella (the only one you have). Strangers gather under the dark shadows of leisure. All the sorrows waiting on the tables to be chosen, to be had, promising you a deeper life than what you have. ToContinue reading ““Consume and Forget” – Nayana Nair”
It will soon be summer and you will also leave. And the plates of the earth will rearrange themselves, to retain the distance they love to keep. Soon my arms would be empty and slowly they would learn to hold you better, to hold you close, only when you’ve gone.
There are ruins of hearts hiding in the secluded places that refuse to vanish into this decaying world. Stagnancy is not an accurate word to describe the beauty of these corners, where the caresses of sunlight and wind are trapped forever. There are places that hold the touch of the ones the world has lost.Continue reading ““Forever” – Nayana Nair”
Today, I was reminded of a fading memory of a rather idle summer afternoon, of me sitting on floor in the living room with people who loved me and people whom I loved. Between whom, ‘love’ word was never spoken aloud; for whom ‘love’ was not to be taken lightly. The rare love that didn’tContinue reading ““A Rare Love” – Nayana Nair”