“All the boxes are checked” – Nayana Nair

It hurts a bit more naturallyand less violently,now that betrayal has a range,has not one but many faces.Now I need not figure what I did wrong. All the boxes are checked: family, family, friends, not friends,thank-god-we-were-never-friends friends,i-am-sad-i-stood-up-for-you friends,people who marked my skin with their nameto own mewhile i slept in their arms(another golden cup addedContinue reading ““All the boxes are checked” – Nayana Nair”

“On Erasing Roads” – Nayana Nair

The dead world lives through her.Her escape is a door left openfor the violence to spread,or so she always believed.When she saw someone who reminded her of love,saw that the fragile bird of happinesswould choose sit by her window and wait for her to sing back,when all that could make her feel safe and somehowContinue reading ““On Erasing Roads” – Nayana Nair”

“All your cold dark songs” – Nayana Nair

as i get inside the crowded bus,a phone rings.a ringtone just like yours. has the world shrunk to the sizeof the tragedy we created,that i find you like this? i know it is not you,but it could be.so i do not turn back.it could be you,so i try not to cry. this is not wherewalkingContinue reading ““All your cold dark songs” – Nayana Nair”

“All the talk about survival” – Nayana Nair

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”

“Lucky” – Nayana Nair

I cannot digest all that I read and find to be true. Some portion of every beautiful art hurts my heart. All the tragedies and even forgettable bruises could have been a play set under crimson bloodied skies but they are not. They happen in spaces that looks like the one we might have passedContinue reading ““Lucky” – Nayana Nair”

“Walking Home” – Nayana Nair

The street is lined with houses that have forgotten how to breathe anything but neglect. There are broken windows through which I see hopeful eyes staring and crying trapped in homes that reek of wait that yields more wait. The street is lined with trees that never grew. The roads cling to the snow thatContinue reading ““Walking Home” – Nayana Nair”

“Footsteps we left behind” – Nayana Nair

How unaware we are of the dreaded future, how close it lurks. And how our tragedies step over out footsteps that we left behind when we tried to flee it. How in the most unsuspicious moment it will grab us, till we know of nothing but pain. How beautiful is each minute in which IContinue reading ““Footsteps we left behind” – Nayana Nair”