“Give you away” – Nayana Nair

I wonderif the roles I playare really what I want to be.Or is it too late? Are my roles,my not-so-temporary voicesalready doingthe dreaming and the wantingin my placefor me? I see you and utter “love me”without thinking twice.Even if you findsome love left in you to give up,I wonderis there any “me” left in metoContinue reading ““Give you away” – Nayana Nair”

“The Year of Frost Starts” – Nayana Nair

You walk in with a cake of rust,two hours late.You kiss me ,wait for me to smile,to say thanks,to make another offering of myselfat your shrine. You tell me of love,the only love that you cannotget out of your heart.This love that suffocates you these daysmore than before.How my face asks for too much,even whenContinue reading ““The Year of Frost Starts” – 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”

“Sitting across another spring” – Nayana Nair

Spring and loveare running around in a circlein my mind.My mind and its gray backdropdie with a soft giggle.The sky rains a gentle voicesaying my name on repeat.A voice I pretend not to knowrings like a telephone in my roomas I stare at it from my bed. Spring and loveare in my life againand allContinue reading ““Sitting across another spring” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember (23)” – Nayana Nair

i try to sleep,to forgetthe pain near my spine,to forgetall the hours in front of methat i have no use of.i look at my palmfrom near and from as faras my hands can extend.i notice how my hands have changed.do i like it better now?i wonder if it possibleto like anything about my body now.iContinue reading ““What I Remember (23)” – Nayana Nair”

“I don’t want to be right anymore” – Nayana Nair

I wonder‘me being right’at what point of time it became synonymousto finding out that his heart is empty-my name washed out by the waves of the other girl.The girl whom he swore is not his type.“I was right”, I said as my hand trembled with anger and then fearas I waited for the reply, forContinue reading ““I don’t want to be right anymore” – Nayana Nair”

“The more I walk, the smaller my world becomes” – Nayana Nair

What am I leaving behind that I force myself to smile only because it hurts? What am I leaving behindthat I hear my voice calling out to myself day and night? Being saved, being lovedis the ending I cannot accept for myself.Not anymore. Whom have I hurt so badlythat all I want is – toContinue reading ““The more I walk, the smaller my world becomes” – Nayana Nair”

“The Scale of 1 to 10 (part 4)” – Nayana Nair

I have been collecting books on building sandcastles from the the remains of things humans leave behind. This is all I have ever read – how and where to find the stones called history, how to grind them so fine that they can forget themselves. In my hands they become another extra leg of theContinue reading ““The Scale of 1 to 10 (part 4)” – 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”

“The Dying Voices of my Angels” – Nayana Nair

Hold this,whatever this is. Hold thistill I find a way to hide it, get rid of it,or kill it. They say I will die the momentI set the monster in me ablaze.But this is the reasonwarnings no longer work on me. This is why I cannot live the way I want. This is why ‘whatContinue reading ““The Dying Voices of my Angels” – Nayana Nair”