“Now playing: the ominous names you are yet to know, yet to resent” – Nayana Nair

I board the train that I couldthinking,only thinking about the one I couldn’t.There are only tunnels, only darkness,no network,only cold metal that I rest my headhoping for my fever to come down,only windows that turn into mirror. In those momentary mirrorsI always look like someone on life support.In the crowd that no longer suffocates meIContinue reading ““Now playing: the ominous names you are yet to know, yet to resent” – Nayana Nair”

“Potential” – Nayana Nair

My every action feels like a potential trigger for my all-seeing god and his all-criticizing followers to throw me into the hell that is still under construction. They are always changing the furniture, always tearing down new wallpapers, to suit to life I fear most. But I can never make up my mind. Maybe knowing,Continue reading ““Potential” – Nayana Nair”

“Knock” – Nayana Nair

My life is divided into different rooms as is my heart. For as long as I remember, from the time I used to care for decorations to the time I am too lazy to clean up. From the moments of sweet solitude by the window to the clinking glasses and winking eyes. The room belongedContinue reading ““Knock” – Nayana Nair”