Nayana Nair

Nayana Nair Jan 2018

I think a lot,

But seldom write.

I feel incapable of writing.

My thoughts get crystallized

In my mind and refuses

To flow through my pen.

Frozen out of fear.

Knowing that with each word I pen,

I am one step closer to realizing,

That I am ORDINARY.

#poems #writing #fear #ordinary #thoughts

Nayana Nair Jan 2018

Tonight

There is a lot

I have to ask for.

A lot I have to pray.

Knowing love is not enough

To live a life.

I’d rather ask for respect.

I’d rather ask for understanding.

I’d rather have a heart that adores me.

I’d rather have a heart that feels my pain.

I’d rather ask for friendship.

I’d rather beg for care.

Love is meant to be all this.

But somehow it isn’t.

Tonight I won’t ask for all

That I have lost to love.

Tonight I won’t ask

For a change of heart, a miracle.

For tonight, sleep will be enough.

Is that too much to ask?

#tonight #sleep #life #miracle #love #pain #understanding #respect

Nayana Nair Jan 2018

Blood

My blood rushes around,

to keep me alive.

But isn’t everyone one step away

from being a lifeless body

on a pyre,

in a coffin

had their blood decided that it had had enough

and to stop, to rest

and be destroyed in the peace it granted itself

for a whole life of fatigue,

for a whole life of burden of disappointments.

#life #blood #death #disappointment #peace #body #rest

Nayana Nair Jan 2018

Complain

I have to sit quiet,

Wait for the wind

To blow away my tears before they fall.

I have to keep watch

On what I say, what I think.

Even in my sleep, I can’t betray myself.

Gulp each cry, each word I speak,

To be dropped off on a paper no one reads.

Everyone wants a rock to hold onto.

A quick mire, no one needs.

For what do I owe

This heartbreaking happiness?

This eternal river of tears?

For my love, my ego and my fears.

Who can I turn to?

Who can I blame?

For these sad affairs and my sorry state.

My story is better unwritten.

My sorrows untold.

People are fed up of giving sympathies after all.

Bound by the choices, by free will, I made.

I do not have the liberty to complain.

#life #complain #tear #love #ego #fear #story #sympathy #liberty

Nayana Nair Jan 2018

In the Park, by the Bench

In the park , by the bench,

There stands a tree,

Which has seen innumerable seasons pass

and innumerable humans pass,

Seen their laughter and tears dissolve into past.

With ‘its’ fresh new leaves lost to fresh fallen snow

And ‘its’ dead fallen leaves on the ground

Walked upon by dead fallen souls.

Lost ‘its’ fruits to cruel season and hungry mouths.

Stripped away of ‘its’ branches and its pride.

‘It’ stands there now, not noticed by an eye.

In the dew covered grass

‘It’ feels my steps.

In he morning fog

‘It’ hears my cries.

I feel ‘it’ looking down on me

And wondering

How my loss is more important than ‘its’.

Simply because

‘It’ suffered everything in silence.

#life #sorrow #past #seasons #morning #pride #suffering #silence

Jan 2018

She Writes

Lost You

My head says
You were never mine to lose

My heart says
I lost you all the same

#lost #love #miss #you #sad #heart #head