“Always Shining” – Nayana Nair

. Are they finally drowning?The sails, the flags, the songsthe party, and the expensive backless silks.The rings and guns and blood shining.Always shining.They are finally coming for us.We will again have someone’s face in front of usat least for a whileand we will sing songsthat they have no choice but to listen to.The cries andContinue reading ““Always Shining” – Nayana Nair”

“in the light that smiles nonetheless” – Nayana Nair

that’s where my anger lives on the mud stains of a size 7 shoesswimming on the white floor of my small apartment. in the plants uprooted, in the marigolds strewnand trampled on, in the light that smiles nonetheless. on the streets where lives my fear – that finds meand almost kills me, every time iContinue reading ““in the light that smiles nonetheless” – 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”

“Sandstorm” – Nayana Nair

The sandstorm is just another settingfor this story to continue.There are no trees in our desertthat could be broken.There are only lights that learn to flicker,there is only skin that knows what this wind carries,there are only roads that will drown. With half closed eyes you walk outto search for what you have left behind.WithContinue reading ““Sandstorm” – Nayana Nair”

“The wind is picking up” – Nayana Nair

The wind is picking up.The white sand unlike watersinks everything too slowly.And so the shade less trees of eucalyptus become shadows that I learn to love.They become compass that knows no direction,but just piece this world to hold, the silent assurancethat I am not yet lost, though my eyes can’t tell. *** The wind isContinue reading ““The wind is picking up” – Nayana Nair”

“Escape Plan” – Nayana Nair

the doll with black buttons eyes – i can be that,if you also don’t mind being one.we can sit under the shade of broken wooden chair.we can call this air-conditioned room our world.the ring on your finger will longer fit you,these bruises will finally leave your life.we can wear dresses that carry no scent ofContinue reading ““Escape Plan” – Nayana Nair”

“The Little Blood I Have” – 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”

“There was…” – Nayana Nair

There was a wrong story that we were born into. There was world of violence outside. But in the room made of unreasonable and unreachable dreams- there was music, there was you, there was me. The impossibilty of being happy in the life that ate us from within and our ridiculous effort to be everythingContinue reading ““There was…” – Nayana Nair”

“STORY” – Nayana Nair

How proud we should be to be human. How proud indeed. How civilized we are, to kill each other when given a chance. How learned we are, to destroy anything that is different from us. These pages of history that we have left mark on. and these pages of today that we read each morning.Continue reading ““STORY” – Nayana Nair”