“a bird flies” – Nayana Nair

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a bird flies
a blue sky now has to break

a fish, a boat, a storm
has been caught in my dream
a fire must be lit, i must feed myself
to the gods of flames, to the goddesses of smoke,
to the cruel demigods made of ashes

i am awake
and now i must make up new words
new feelings, now i have to make myself a human
now i have to break in acceptable ways

i am facing a human who smiles at me
now i have to give up on half of my blood to stay here,
now my ashes have to nurture the roots of this tree
that wishes to be nothing else but a shadow on ground

“DREAM”- Nayana Nair

The same old story, the familiar scene,

There’s land and sea, but no sign of green.

Although its hot and dry, but somehow it gives me pleasure,

As I walk by the shore, absent mindedly, possibly for pleasure.

The desert and the sea, here they merge,

I sit sipping my coffee at a sand dune’s verge.

I look at two people sitting on my either side,

We exchange glances and offer each other smile.

A pleasing silence and a joy, here prevails,

As we see at some distancing slow graceful sails.

But suddenly a darkness engulfs everything,

Besides me, in this void, exists nothing.

I open my eyes, to see the light shine,

And set off that alarm, which broke the dream of mine.

Never have I forgotten that story and that scene,

Though it may seem strange and weird…..but it’s still my beloved recurring dream.