The familiar images of a girl with strength and a guy with heart and feelings that can be reasoned. I found them everywhere in stories but not in life. Mostly they were just weak people who learnt how to live with their heart. And loved and let themselves be loved with the faults that theyContinue reading ““Lovable Beings” – Nayana Nair”
I have not been denied my dream. But I was given too much time, and too less conviction in myself. I have been denied the vision to see me for what I am, for what I do.
When my own opinions can’t budge the doors that are closed on my face, I run back to these books which list how to think, what to want. I do not look for how it is done I look for what I did wrong. But my mind is so immune to a good advise thatContinue reading ““Immune to Good Advice” – Nayana Nair”
You ask why I don’t stay and fight. You ask if I realise that I can win as much as others. I tell you that everyone has a dream. And what I get by staying and fighting, are not my dream. That I cannot live in this world of regulated self-expression. Always fearing when IContinue reading ““Spilling the Ink” – Nayana Nair”
I make some space on my cluttered desk for my head to rest its worries. And I find a string of light as a keepsake to take with me when I’m buried. What else am I going to miss? There are so many things I miss in life already. But I can’t make my heartContinue reading ““Spring” – Nayana Nair”
All the bits of you the pieces of trivia, that will never be asked anywhere, you handed it to me- on our way to work, in your sleep, in your half-audible mumbling while you brushed your teeth. I thought they were too much than what I can hold, I kept them in pockets of anyContinue reading ““Trivia” – Nayana Nair”
I thought I could love you better if I knew you better. But I realised, ‘what you are’ is a burden to you. And you never wanted to be loved for what you are. You wanted to be loved in spite of what you are.
The world drips down. One drop at time. Dragging and blurring the colors that marks the edges that separate all of us. A drop too heavy, a drop too light. And as it splatters into smaller drops. My love and my peace are droplets fallen far apart. My happiness and my people, my dreams andContinue reading ““Undone” – Nayana Nair”