“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”

“Even when things are right” – Nayana Nair

“The sky is your canvas”,the book to all ailments said,“there is a joy in filling it up with life.”But as I finished my 157th sketch,as I finished my 300th one,as I finished the one with no count attached(the one I called “the limits that were stronger than me”),as I write over all that I hadContinue reading ““Even when things are right” – Nayana Nair”

“On a morning long gone” – Nayana Nair

On the tapered ends of my lipswhen I found your lips nestled near mine,I asked“Is this love? Is this your love?”and you answered “Obviously not.”So I told my heart to grow up.Growing up was the only waynot to hurt. On the spring infested roads,I found your handon my melting waist. On a nameless cold rainyContinue reading ““On a morning long gone” – Nayana Nair”

“The door opens slowly” – Nayana Nair

I turned another cornerand walked into another housethat I knew nothing about.The owner, the god of this land stood thereoutside in the gardentelling a child how to create more beautiful loops,how to somersault,how to find more worms, more of everything.An adult placed like a talismanthat couldn’t keep meor what I bring with me away.He didn’tContinue reading ““The door opens slowly” – Nayana Nair”

“What are we doing now?” – Nayana Nair

Another chanceto get our highfrom the powdered dust of dreams,from digging desperately, getting closer to the voiceof the demons we buried just yesterday,breaking nails and curfews tosave the skins we can’t live without. Another chanceat making a home,choosing colors for our ceilings,choosing the sides we will sleep on,choosing not to be the ones we haveContinue reading ““What are we doing now?” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember (29)” – Nayana Nair

At a bus stand in front of mall (that I have never been to)I learnt how to wait and how to live with disappointmentswithout making a big deal of it. In the bracket of an hour, I grew smaller than I ever thought I could be.“this is what love does to you, this is whatContinue reading ““What I Remember (29)” – Nayana Nair”

“the knot in my heart is one year old now” – Nayana Nair

a library of all my rolesstands in the middle of my heart.i have placed your face as the title ofthis poem that i am going to drown.i lie on the beautiful lake of loveand press my ears, waitingto hear your last breath in my world.

“Pendulums and Spirit Animals” – Nayana Nair

In my beautiful dreamsI run to you, as if you are my body,as if I cannot press play without your hands,as if the world won’t come into my graspwithout your skin. When my eyes open,I don’t mind losing the worldif it helps me get rid of you. An animal in me cries out your nameContinue reading ““Pendulums and Spirit Animals” – Nayana Nair”

“Waiting for the fireworks to end” – Nayana Nair

In her loudest, happiest voiceshe told me aboutone of her near-death loves,how she wished her skinwould stop keeping her alive.She laughed at how we bothalways find something awfully painful or ugly in common,how we should probably never call each otherjust to remind each other of the spitethat lives in our blood. I moved her lacklusterContinue reading ““Waiting for the fireworks to end” – Nayana Nair”

“Well” – Nayana Nair

I left my thirst in your well-the only way to get rid of it,get rid of it I must.For three seasons I filled it up with dirt.I waited for rains to hide my steps, to hide what I have done.I built few hills every time you crossed my thought.I built it with love. I builtContinue reading ““Well” – Nayana Nair”