“Small Impossible Dream” – Nayana Nair

Her floor had always been the color of the seasonI remember this, only when I step into the mess of her life.The spring issues lay scattered like the flowersThe pink, red, yellows, and greens,women who only know youth,women who only grow youngerthe kind of woman she wanted to be(what a small impossible dream)and she almostContinue reading ““Small Impossible Dream” – Nayana Nair”

“The wind is picking up” – Nayana Nair

The wind is picking up.The white sand unlike watersinks everything too slowly.And so the shade less trees of eucalyptus become shadows that I learn to love.They become compass that knows no direction,but just piece this world to hold, the silent assurancethat I am not yet lost, though my eyes can’t tell. *** The wind isContinue reading ““The wind is picking up” – Nayana Nair”

“Asking for More” – Nayana Nair

The lost all gather at the same door as I. They shout, yell and cry. Praise and tell lies. To be taken in. To be cared for. To be chosen. To be looked at, even once. Do they also feel smaller for standing here and waiting, for asking things whose void eats you up. ThisContinue reading ““Asking for More” – Nayana Nair”