“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”

“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”

“name my heart” – Nayana Nair

i draw a white lighton another perfect windowwith my broken hand the clouds have gatheredfor memy blue stream must be dying inside i speak my softest tonguei lift my woundsto show my untainted heart stay on the waves in my eyestouch the only vein in my bodythat knows how to hope, i beg but theyContinue reading ““name my heart” – Nayana Nair”

“Blue white love” – Nayana Nair

As I wait for youin the back seat of your caralmost losing sense of my limbs and my scarsI smile – the sad smile I would never use when I am sober.I smile thinking,thankful,at least I am not crying and waitingin the trunk of some stranger’s car.I don’t necessarily love youbut I guess I loveContinue reading ““Blue white love” – Nayana Nair”

“Short lived season of comfort” – Nayana Nair

Any seat that I was comfortable occupyingwas always unbearably cold.People were right when they saidthat something was not right with me.For my flesh wanted to become fresh snow,my bones the lone tree under which sat my soul-a child learning to countthe years of cold and whiteness,an innocent, forgetful, and aging brainliving in a worldwith noContinue reading ““Short lived season of comfort” – Nayana Nair”

“Far Enough to be Fine” – Nayana Nair

I could probably have called it a blue morning waiting through each hour for the day to gift it back its colors. Or a white one where our eyes and the air are filled with a whiteness that is never stained, for it leaves as soon as it comes, for it never comes in touchContinue reading ““Far Enough to be Fine” – Nayana Nair”

“Smiling Fate” – Nayana Nair

The time that burnt your lips blue, only burns my hair white. It burns everything so fast that the image of your smile left in my heart, could only be my fate smiling at me and showing me what I can’t have.

“Home” – Nayana Nair

I will give you a list houses that once used to be my home and addresses that are the only memory that has not been blurred or manipulated by my mind. If you ever want to find me, go there. You will see the line of trees that framed my sunrise and almost dry riversbedsContinue reading ““Home” – Nayana Nair”

“Hobby”- Nayana Nair

My hobby is to find an unclaimed space in myself and then try to color it. Because I am bored. Because I have trouble that are taking up much more spaces and this is the only space left for me in my own life. And here I create, I paint my desperation, self-doubt on theContinue reading ““Hobby”- Nayana Nair”