“Finally, in motion” – Nayana Nair

Another day flashes across my sky.Another moon rushes past my life.There are clouds that I have learned to walk on.There are days when I forgethow afraid I am of this world.This is what my miracle looks like. There are songs that never meant anythingtill you sang them for me.As I play hide and seek withContinue reading ““Finally, in motion” – Nayana Nair”

“Connecting Flight” – Nayana Nair

I hold my fist close to my heart, I hold your hand tighter than ever. How long has it been since we last saw each other? How long before we meet again? These few hours that separates our periods of separation, these hours have become minutes, have become question marks that we pretend we can’tContinue reading ““Connecting Flight” – Nayana Nair”

“You are the difference” – Nayana Nair

On evenings such as thesewhen the all the withered flowers of my hearthave regained the life that once left them,when I have known what is it to die,when I have known how rare it is to find a road back to lifewhen I have known the pain of losing,I feel even now I can tryContinue reading ““You are the difference” – Nayana Nair”

“Not Much” – Nayana Nair

I am tempted to walk into the night and look for you who has always stood on the other side of my fear, waiting for me everyday, carrying a flower of hundred petals petals that wither one by one like the clock that marks days not hours, days that otherwise would have been too longContinue reading ““Not Much” – Nayana Nair”

“So many things” – Nayana Nair

The jar of broken smiles sits on my table, along with the books and records of my fading writing. There are so many things that wither at my touch. There are so many things that cannot be brought back to life. Their graves lie here dreaming to be resurrected. So many seconds laid waste inContinue reading ““So many things” – Nayana Nair”

“Draw” – Nayana Nair

I do not draw you. But my memory of you. A time in my life, the moment lost. With only a memory left behind that withers everyday. I do not draw you to preserves you, who lives well off in a warm home in a cold country. But I draw you who lit my mind,Continue reading ““Draw” – Nayana Nair”