she traced the light on my chestpulled out everything that stung-the swings, my feet,the shadow i decided no longer to play with. the comparision table of veins and arteriescopied into my notebook.the eraser and pencil that helped me documentin those tables my lackings compared to everyone else. a page torn, and then another, and thenContinue reading ““mornings break us apart again” – Nayana Nair”
I row my heartto the moon you drew,the one you colored in greenignoring every reality,for which you got an D,for which I lost a part of me. I no longer hold onto the poems filled with dread-dread of rejection, of future, of finding myself eventually broken.I see something that you have left behind in me.SomethingContinue reading ““Anomaly of the Art Class” – Nayana Nair”
I took my rusted pen, my useless wordsand tried to write something beautiful for you.Words filled with my love,words that tasted like all your favorite forgotten dreams.But I found myself tracing the only words on your skin.I ended up rewriting your sorrow.I ended becoming the face of your fears.
I walking around this planettalking about survivalas if I actually lived to survive.I didn’t.There are many who dobut they are not the ones who are filling the worldwith papers filled reeking of envy and tears.The ones who are really desperate, who really fear extinction-disappear as they fearwithout leaving a trace of the hurt that hadContinue reading ““All the talk about survival” – Nayana Nair”
somehow that is where i always found myself. crushed between the expectation that i had from myself, even if these expectation in no way could be ever called achievement, even if i could fulfill them. maybe that is precisely why i felt so crushed when my plans didn’t work out. it was not becauseContinue reading ““What I Remember (3)” – Nayana Nair”
I looked up at the confused giants and puzzled at their ugly voices and deformed faces, how they hold onto stones and branches how they hold onto papers, and threw each other off cliffs. But what made me sadder was that no one who was thrown off those cliffs ever died. They just keep comingContinue reading ““The Little Blood I Have” – Nayana Nair”
I checked my diaries for the hints of regrets, for the eroding structures of demands I once made from life. I checked my skin for the trace of scars- the remains of the unreasonable yet necessary decisions. The sharp bleeding memory of the blade, of the hatred I inflicted on myself. I checked the outlineContinue reading ““Eroding Structures” – Nayana Nair”
I will trace your tears through the meteor shower, through the footsteps that you followed, through the hands that you held, through the hearts that you broke, through the marks on your skin, through the lost and found columns, through the moist flower placed in you books, through that crossed out name, on every page.Continue reading ““Trace” – Nayana Nair”