“The thought of losing you” – Nayana Nair

Today you are silentand you don’t care.You have changedwithout changing anything about you.You don’t want to be concerned withshould-be or could-beas all that matters is what is.what-is is a fact that needs no forgivenessfrom what-didn’t-come-to-be.You beg me not drag you downinto the waters of the past, “They are uglythey are hard, they are things thatContinue reading ““The thought of losing you” – Nayana Nair”

“Nothing can be greater” – Nayana Nair

The story that sleeps in me it never talks of you or me. I wait till it speaks, till it sees. I wait till I no longer have to convince myself that “yours” is all I want to be. But the story that repeats itself tells me not to bother with saying things I doContinue reading ““Nothing can be greater” – Nayana Nair”

“Effortless” – Nayana Nair

On the other side of this puddle, where my feet is caught, is the ocean of joy in which I wandered only to be caught in the hook of the sadness that slips into my wound so effortlessly that the pain felt like love, because it felt like the only thing that I could callContinue reading ““Effortless” – Nayana Nair”

“I Hope Not” – Nayana Nair

I stood at the bottom of the stairs, stones climbing on each other as my eyes touch their edges rain dripping from the green slowly taking them down. Soon I started to wonder as I always do, when I see a place I have never been to. In the days I had not known youContinue reading ““I Hope Not” – Nayana Nair”

“Memorizing Names” – Nayana Nair

There was no joy to wander, to pack my bags with belongings not entirely mine and to have a bagful of borrowed stuff, of borrowed time. Living on the kindness that I didn’t deserve. Each new handhake sounded like echoes of heartbreak from the future. I knew where I was going and I knew whereContinue reading ““Memorizing Names” – Nayana Nair”

“Flaw of my Heart” – Nayana Nair

Though I hate to admit it, I have known more happiness than I should. And the days of sorrow that I talk about were not as bad as I write. The flaw of my heart was always being too expectant, of overestimating my worth in the schemes of life. Believing that the tales I readContinue reading ““Flaw of my Heart” – Nayana Nair”