You stand beside the fire” – Nayana Nair

In the rubble with nerves hiding sparks,in the nest of sleeping explosives,again it is you.Again you are here to prove somethingby doing something unasked for. You build a place for warm tea,for all our shivering ghosts to haunt.You place the chairs that are not chairsbut buckets that cannot hold anything now.There are chairs that areContinue reading “You stand beside the fire” – Nayana Nair”

“Collecting Meaning and Beauty” – Nayana Nair

I am stacked with all that belongs to you and nothing that you have feels yours. It is as if you were busy finding things that didn’t look like you and hoped that if you surrounded yourself with all kinds of right then your fault that people talk about could find a mirror to fixContinue reading ““Collecting Meaning and Beauty” – Nayana Nair”

“The Better That We Want”- Nayana Nair

Once we are done with the ritual of tea, as I leave the room with his cup and mine, I leave behind my shadow with him. That is his favorite part of his evening and he is all too happy to talk to a quieter me. He feels my shadow is somehow better than me.Continue reading ““The Better That We Want”- Nayana Nair”

“Big Mistake” – Nayana Nair

I’ll sit down and tell you how many times I have betrayed your trust by being a person that you don’t know me as. And you tell me the same. But can you assure me, that we will sit here and keep talking on about other things again? If you can’t answer and if youContinue reading ““Big Mistake” – Nayana Nair”

“No Plans” – Nayana Nair

She looks at the clock. The time tells in 4 hours her husband has to leave, she woke up too soon. She wakes up and looks at the clock again. In 20 minutes he will need his daily tea, he sounds bitter all day if it is not the first thing he sees. She willContinue reading ““No Plans” – Nayana Nair”

A Russian Word

There must be a Russian word to describe what has happened between us, like ostyt, which can be used for a cup of  tea that is too hot, but after you walk to the next room, and return, it is too cool; or perekhotet, which is to want something so much over months and evenContinue reading “A Russian Word”

“Our House” – Nayana Nair

In that house that stands on the border of two hearts, where as your eyes scan the room I became one of the collected belongings. I found your curses and blames hidden in odd places. In the bottom of a tea cups, of tea made too sweet In the peels of an apple left onContinue reading ““Our House” – Nayana Nair”