There was that pile of paperI could never keep safe.The crossed out, always crossed out words,words always out of order,words turned beautifulonly because they dissolvedin my frustration.Only because now I cannot read themwithout effort.I must make something out of themsomething that couldn’t possibly be mine. The blue ink dripping,forming planets on unexpected letters,forming planets onContinue reading ““Assignment” – Nayana Nair”
the river behind meis filled with regretof swallowing the sunthat she once claimed to love.she is like me,so i thought she’d understand. but she holds my hands, refuses to give me upwhen i try to find outhow much I can be filled.she fears my temperamentand the dangerous things i incessantly wish for. i want toContinue reading ““i don’t react well to kindness” – Nayana Nair”
last night *i do not like saying last nightbecause once i only used to speak of it as ‘yesterday night’until someone told me that it’s wrong, even if it means the same so last nighti thought how it is something you’d say“it means the same, but you are wrong” sample conversation(based on reality, read tooContinue reading ““You’re right” – Nayana Nair”
My mind that understands is chained and crippled by its understanding. It only tries to understand new words by comparing it to what has already written or read. It only understands feelings in terms of the pain it has given or all it has suffered. -o- So when I stand in front of the doorsContinue reading ““Just Poems” – Nayana Nair”
There are promises that I wanted to make but knew I could never fulfill. The imaginary me that lives in my head comes up with words too beautiful to last. So I must swallow them before they reach my lips, before they reach you ears, so that there will be one less person disappointed inContinue reading ““One Less Lie” – Nayana Nair”
Today as I ate, as I looked around at the woodwork, at the dull decorations on the wall, at the TV show without sound, as I made way from lifting spoon again and again swallowing my way through the alieniating conversation, through the one chunk of time filled with boredom to the next changing intoContinue reading ““Dull Decorations” – Nayana Nair”
The sounds long dead and are born again as the crack appears in time and you walk into these arms swallowing the sun, swallowing the world, leaving just us, just me looking at your memory passing me by.