“Even when things are right” – Nayana Nair

“The sky is your canvas”,the book to all ailments said,“there is a joy in filling it up with life.”But as I finished my 157th sketch,as I finished my 300th one,as I finished the one with no count attached(the one I called “the limits that were stronger than me”),as I write over all that I hadContinue reading ““Even when things are right” – Nayana Nair”

“maybe once” – Nayana Nair

his name doesn’t feel like a dying world now.once,maybe onceblue was his favorite word,i was his favorite person thing medicine game hopebut now that he is burning all his notebooksi believe life is getting better for him.he paints skies for me, paints me flowersthat have never known cold.once,maybe oncei could let myself rest in himbutContinue reading ““maybe once” – Nayana Nair”

“In the Image of” – Nayana Nair

I am not talking about enhancing my likability here. But just to be taken seriously I need to like certain things, I need to act certain way. I need to fill forms whenever I meet someone new, whenever I meet them again. Am I capable? Am I an intellectual (of the right kind)? Am IContinue reading ““In the Image of” – Nayana Nair”

“Effortless” – Nayana Nair

On the other side of this puddle, where my feet is caught, is the ocean of joy in which I wandered only to be caught in the hook of the sadness that slips into my wound so effortlessly that the pain felt like love, because it felt like the only thing that I could callContinue reading ““Effortless” – Nayana Nair”

“Something Evil” – Nayana Nair

If ever there was something evil it must be love that seeps into our heart making us belief that we want things that we never actually wanted, without which we were living just fine. It must be losing people that were never ours and wanting what brings us pain. Fixing one thing after another toContinue reading ““Something Evil” – Nayana Nair”

“Friends?!” – Nayana Nair

Let me give you company on your afternoons and let me think of things I would rather listen to, while you talk. Let me open my mouth to keep you close with a secret and I will watch as you cut my string of words and remind me of who you are. Let me forgeContinue reading ““Friends?!” – Nayana Nair”

“Spring” – Nayana Nair

I make some space on my cluttered desk for my head to rest its worries. And I find a string of light as a keepsake to take with me when I’m buried. What else am I going to miss? There are so many things I miss in life already. But I can’t make my heartContinue reading ““Spring” – Nayana Nair”

“Held Down” – Nayana Nair

Though I want to write of you I find myself incapable of that. Cause I have not yet learned the words for the kind of person you are. And all I have written about you, the only thing that can live in those lines, is my heart that doesn’t yet know how to love you.Continue reading ““Held Down” – Nayana Nair”

“Loss” – Nayana Nair

Surely we have at least a page in every book we write, where we brood over all the things we lost. And I have often found that page to be most meaningful. As if we become better humans by this loss. Often on those pages, I have realized, not all losses are to be criedContinue reading ““Loss” – Nayana Nair”

“Soon” – Nayana Nair

There is a thought that holds my hands sometimes to save me from drowning, sometimes to drag me down. The thought that all you say and all I say will be part of all the noise that this world has already lost. This world that had witnessed us together will soon forget us. And weContinue reading ““Soon” – Nayana Nair”