“Black Pond” – Nayana Nair

As I climb,my steps remembered the shoes I once hadthe ones that didn’t hurt so muchand how hands of mine that hacked through themjust to become my own person,some sort of grown-up.I climbed over the yellow soft dressand the light that it caughtjust to get this, this body that looks held togetherbut is not(this bodyContinue reading ““Black Pond” – Nayana Nair”

“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”

“how storms fade” – Nayana Nair

twenty-six steps away from the cold end,we stand together as if we are both looking at a foe we must defeat together.a child passes us by with a yellow balloon.how misplaced it seems, this childin this place made of storms. this is something i don’t want to do.our steps will fade into the deep endContinue reading ““how storms fade” – Nayana Nair”

“A Silent Machinery” – Nayana Nair

I put on my favorite show(that I have seen for umpteenth time),increase the volume,fill my plate.My eyes glued to TVnotices too late all that I have spilled,fill my plate with things I won’t eat. The same beautiful scene.Under the yellow light stand two actors,pretending to be in love,doing a better job at itthat we everContinue reading ““A Silent Machinery” – Nayana Nair”