“Anything but Gray” – Nayana Nair

Once I could write of rainsand the pain they bring.Today I am afraid of the umbrellas, of shelters,of the short-lived moments of what I used to call happiness,of the ill-planned escapes from cells filled with my own darkness and filth. o How have I grown into this personwho recognizes only one face,that is my own.CanContinue reading ““Anything but Gray” – Nayana Nair”

“Part and Parcel” – Nayana Nair

That day when it rained of bruised and dying birds of feathers marked with colors only an arrogant and confident cruelty can cause, everyone looked about for an umbrella to protect themselves from this vision that they didn’t want to witness. This was not the historic moment that they wanted to be part of. IContinue reading ““Part and Parcel” – Nayana Nair”

“Consume and Forget” – Nayana Nair

The orange pink drops of raining summer falls on the threadbare skin and crying ribs of the broken umbrella (the only one you have). Strangers gather under the dark shadows of leisure. All the sorrows waiting on the tables to be chosen, to be had, promising you a deeper life than what you have. ToContinue reading ““Consume and Forget” – Nayana Nair”