“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”

“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”

“What I Remember (22)” – Nayana Nair

Was it 5 years ago, or 6that we all sat togetherlooking at the bright beginningof another series of setbacksthat we were becoming.The coldness of the wood,the ruffle of papers, the moment beforewe learned to truly hate ourselves. I miss that. As we stood waiting in linefor something to take awayeverything we were just beginning toContinue reading ““What I Remember (22)” – 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”