“The Year of Frost Starts” – Nayana Nair

You walk in with a cake of rust,two hours late.You kiss me ,wait for me to smile,to say thanks,to make another offering of myselfat your shrine. You tell me of love,the only love that you cannotget out of your heart.This love that suffocates you these daysmore than before.How my face asks for too much,even whenContinue reading ““The Year of Frost Starts” – Nayana Nair”