“Not So Bad” – Nayana Nair

he sings the most beautiful song.so beautifulthat the sky becomes a reflection of the heartthat he can barely carry in himself.the words on his lipsthey break, they sound different,feel different,they sound like the first cry of a baby-the violent coming to life.they run and collide and shatteragainst the rough indifferent surfaceof this dying world, aContinue reading ““Not So Bad” – Nayana Nair”

“Delicate” – Nayana Nair

On Sundays, I wear the purple summer dressthat I once promised myself I would never wear.I paint my nails, I color my lips, and I open the windows in me.I become someone I was taught to hate, I try to breakmy hatred with my smile.I let myself be reignedby the greed for beautiful, sweet, shiningContinue reading ““Delicate” – Nayana Nair”

“Pillar” – Nayana Nair

I do not know how to help you. I am used to relying on you,to make everything right. You are supposed to be the strongest one.Or were you always like this? Was your strength a make-belief, my excusefor not caring, for not doing anything. I do not know how to hold your handwhen you refuseContinue reading ““Pillar” – Nayana Nair”

How our bodies feel

All of us remember all the ways our bodies have felt small and vulnerable, open to destruction—like they are not ours at all, but objects for which we have to always be on the defensive, apologetic, abstractly and consistently afraid. – Why I Wanted to Write About Anger, Lynn Steger Strong

“IF I COULD LOVE” -Nayana Nair

  It was so sad to see him like that. He had shrunk so much, so tiny, his eyes always remain almost closed. He cannot even sit up to eat, has no strength left. He  cannot identify people, he’s calling out different people names in random way so much, that now people have stopped respondingContinue reading ““IF I COULD LOVE” -Nayana Nair”