RSS Feed

Tag Archives: understanding

“Part and Parcel” – Nayana Nair

1333817132_tim_jarp_cafry_net_2

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.

large

I could understand their willingness to believe
that the marks of fingers in the blood and bodies
that filled up the roads
can be called natural causes.
It was probably better
than knowing the names of people whom we may have laughed with
only to know they know how to fly,
how to clip wings and suspend the decaying bodies in air
for eternities,
while we asked them the directions for our life,
while we asked them to tie up our laces as a child,
while we asked them to love us, and build a new life.

large

I guess even the innocent
got fed up of being looked at like a potential danger
or tired of looking for one.
It was probably more convenient to come to an understanding,
of agreeing on a made-up fact
that this all is part and parcel of being a bird in the sky,
that birds should know better than to fly,
and tempt innocent humans into life of crime.
Birds at their best should just chirp joyfully
and let everything slide.

“Add to my Words” – Nayana Nair

Posted on

tumblr_oknp04QbQT1qa4iv8o2_500

The silence, whose reasons evades your understanding,
doesn’t fit in the the 200 page guide to this world you have made,
that irritates you,
also lets you paint me worse that what I am,
lets you add footnotes to my words.

“Defeated Packets” – Nayana Nair

Posted on

bookcover5

While you read my words
and said,
“How strange is this world!”
Sunlight rushed in,
to hold a strand of your hair,
fell on these pages
and cried out like a child,
hurt that it could not have you.
I smiled to myself knowing what you meant.
These words of mine reminded you of the confusing
and volatile shores of right and wrong
that often you found yourself standing on.
And never knew when the land shifted,
when the tide came in.
Never knew when you changed your heart.
You thought it was strange.
But I know what your words mean,
it is same for me.
The strange feeling in my words
is a mere attempt to copy your strangeness,
your beauty.
So that the defeated packets of sunlight
can finally rest on the curves of your words.

“Scores of Misfortune” – Nayana Nair

b862bbee567cfbe8c6df8812f91be30f--holding-hands-drawing-drawing-hands

I find discontented people everywhere.
They have complains.
They have problems with people having problems.
They have problem with people whining about these problem.
They repeat every now and then
how this generation has been spoiled too much.
They want people to just bear it, to get on with life.
They preach how there is a measure of how unfortunate life can be
and the people with lower scores of misfortune
have no right to crib about it,
have no right to be sad.
They advise people to keep it in.
They want people to take charge of their life.
They want all the selfish negativity
out of the streets and paper.
I have never seen anyone complain more than these people.
And I don’t know why they don’t take their own advise.

0d374223564c8e49d843c4bef915fe42

PS. Everyone would have wished away their sadness if it depended only on their will. Let’s not ridicule or criticize anyone for being what they are and feeling what they do. Let look at each other’s scars with understanding rather than judgement.

giphy

“TONIGHT” -Nayana Nair

Posted on

tumblr_mr17tflE471rk0k2jo1_500

There is a lot

I have to ask for.

A lot I have to pray.

Knowing love is not enough

To live a life.

I’d rather ask for respect.

I’d rather ask for understanding.

I’d rather have a heart that adores me.

I’d rather have a heart that feels my pain.

I’d rather ask for friendship.

I’d rather beg for care.

Love is meant to be all this.

But somehow it isn’t.

Tonight I won’t ask for all

That I have lost to love.

Tonight I won’t ask

For a change of heart, a miracle.

For tonight, sleep will be enough.

Is that too much to ask?

“VIRTUE OF FOOLISHNESS”- NAYANA NAIR

Posted on

images (5)

 

Feeling the cold metal at her neck

In the cramped up space where she sat,

She looked out of the window, with her mind

Far way from what reached her eyes.

 

Reflecting, how foolish she had always been,

Foolish for believing people without any doubt,

To hold onto them even if they hurt her,

To accept people for who they are but never accept herself.

 

To have let go of her esteem for them,

To have thought that they’d value her, a fraction of how much she did.

 

And she thought of everything

She had done that led her to this day,

Where people saw her as someone not worth respecting,

For each time she would let go of her pride.

Not worth the effort, for she won’t demand it,

Not worth the love, cause she didn’t deserve it.

 

But as she cried at all the hurt,

The shame, the loss and herself.

With her hand held open

Waiting for a hand to hold it.

She turned her back to the past

That haunted her, that hurt her

To look at him, beside her.

 

And she remembered how she’d

Been more of a fool for him than anyone.

How she was foolish to make

Someone centre of her life,

To love someone more than herself.

For a girl who couldn’t bear

The scars of betrayed little affections,

How could she hope to survive

The love that’d shatter her.

 

For she knew

She was nothing and could mean nothing to anyone.

So how could she mean something to him?

She knew

That if everyone saw her as a liar

How could she expect him to believe her?

She knew

That she’d lost herself the moment she chose love above respect

How could she expect him to embrace her and take pride in her?

For she knew

What she was

She was just a fool.

 

But in spite of knowing this

She accepted the love she’d found.

For a moment she found meaning to live,

And she felt glad to be there

And to have known what her life could have been,

To have felt his love,

To have known that she’ll always be loved.

Anything else didn’t matter

For being foolish was her virtue

That led her to him.

 

And when she felt the warmth of his hands in hers

And saw him smile through all his pain,

She could see that he felt he was foolish to be there,

He was her foolishness,

And she was his.

With the same insecurities in his heart,

He chose to love her as long as he can.

As long as his soul could bear this pain.

As long as his heart could love.

As long as she would love him back.

So they’ll stay together as long as their stupidity allowed.

images (17)

 

Marvellous pages

Book reviews & much more. 😊Read & make connections with those marvellous pages

abbyinhallyuland

I celebrate beautiful Korean dramas.

Clear And Refreshing

Pop, indie and underground music in Japan

My Life Lived Full

If you aren't living on the edge, you're taking up too much space

joeyfullystated

Narrative of a Neurotic & Other Random Nonsense

Random Writings on the Bathroom Wall

This is all about my amazingly mundane south metro urbanite life cuz I like having fun as long as the Police aren't somehow involved.

TASHNEE .V.MAVEE

PERSONAL STYLE, FASHION BLOGGER AND LIFE EXPERIENCES

Susanne Haun

Kunst im Bereich Zeichnung und Malerei von Susanne Haun - Art special rawing and painting of Susanne Haun

Havoc and Consequence

(overcome your fears)

paeansunpluggedblog

songs unheard by the poet next door

lynz real cooking

lynz real life

A Reading Writer

I write because I read. I read because I write.

DoodleScribbles

Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul

From the Perimeter . . .

Thoughts & Poetry for all people Copyright 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018 all content.

Björn Rudbergs writings

Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side

Dragon's Lair

Poetry and Fire

hbhatnagar

Not-so-random thoughts

Just moon148

notonehundredfortyeightmoons.wordpress.com

In My Melody

Translated Chinese Pop Music