i cried again today– a silent sobhidden behind the highest volume of television.yesterday i found my grief for a second in the fading of another song.it lasted for a second-my glace, my hopeless glanceat your retreating figureand my fruitless love left in its wake.a shallow love clenching my heart.
We are the mediocre television soapthat no one wants to see.We have learned to gulp down bland food, bland life.The books that get us jobs, get us friends, gets us love, we have learned to pay for it without bitterness. We adore the mania, the depression,the moments when we don’t want to think clear-that makesContinue reading ““Ready to Break” – Nayana Nair”
The wind chimes on television seem so beautiful, sound so soothing. But I had a wind chime that never made a sound. There was never a wind around my house at least not the one that pleased my wind chimes. The occasional wind will touch my cheeks but never the edges of the shining metal.Continue reading ““Wind Chimes” -Nayana Nair”