“See Things” – Nayana Nair

If I could see fartherthan my will, my half-blindness allows,would I have wanted to see things for what they are?Probably not. Or maybe just wondering rather than wantingis a truer start.

“one more person” – Nayana Nair

the one thing i can’t beis honest.though there are many other adjectivesthat stare at mefrom their balconies at midnightas i walk and crawl through the dirt road,through the pool of lights,crying and shouting and breaking dreamsin every home that i pass by.i hear them shaking their headswith disapproval and hopelessness.i look at their hazy shadowsandContinue reading ““one more person” – Nayana Nair”

“Talks of flowers” – Nayana Nair

She told me I feel like frozen tulipsand I do not know what she meant by that.She never talks of flowers or futureor what I might be in this worldby myself or by her side.So we pretend such words were never said.We pretend that the meaning we giveto each other’s wordsare true and realand theContinue reading ““Talks of flowers” – Nayana Nair”

“the broken-hearted” – Nayana Nair

the broken-hearted know no lovefor anything or anyonethat is not the one breaking their heart.they see through you.even when they say hellothey almost get your name wrong,you can tell it from the look in their eyes.they drink and fill every room with songsthat were not so hard to bearwhen they were just noises that radioContinue reading ““the broken-hearted” – Nayana Nair”

“About Voices, Miracles, and Consolations” – Nayana Nair

“I can’t leave cause I am broken.No one would take me now.No one should have to make do with someone left behind.“But its your voice that says all this.Your voice is stronger than mine.Yours is the only voice that I have. The hope of a miraculous understandinghas so far proven to be my weakness,a wordContinue reading ““About Voices, Miracles, and Consolations” – Nayana Nair”

“Sweet Nothings” – Nayana Nair

i crawl into another embrace,scratch the surface of my fake loveto find something true.hopes.hopes.is this what they call hope?it must be. the coffee turns cold as my story ends.again i am wearing a skin i have stolen.the one breathing beside mehas a knack for sad stories recited by happy girls,of being a knight to oneContinue reading ““Sweet Nothings” – Nayana Nair”

“Childhood Photo” – Nayana Nair

i do not want to be a childwho thinks that the world is this windowwhere i wait for you to return.but i am. and you are also the one who has promised to never return.but you have made many promisesand you have broken so many of it.i guess i am counting on youto stay trueContinue reading ““Childhood Photo” – Nayana Nair”

“No Other Choice” – Nayana Nair

When I held your hands, you told me I am calculating. When I listened to your worries you told me that it is because I have no other choice, because I have no one else anyway. When I cried you told me I am manipulating. When I speak of my feelings for you, you tellContinue reading ““No Other Choice” – Nayana Nair”

“ugliness of my words” – Nayana Nair

As they casually made a remark about my incompetence, I found I hated them more than I should. Even if all their words were true, even though I was lacking. I wanted them to speak well of me. Not only speak well of me but to think well of me. – I never realized thatContinue reading ““ugliness of my words” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember(9)”- Nayana Nair

I tell myself stories about why I threw away all that I had,or why everything was taken away from me.How I was too weak, will always be too weakto carry the weight of the gifts that I had.Or how I was never quite convinced that I had something to be proud of.How I was alwaysContinue reading ““What I Remember(9)”- Nayana Nair”