Nayana Nair

Nayana Nair Mar 2018

My Dear

My dear,

Our hands muddied with smaller crimes
and greater guilts,
are the only hands that we have
to hold each other.
Our faults make up this love
is the only love that
can survive the deaths
of our hope and trust in each other.

#crime #deaths #each #faults #great #guilt #hand #hold #hope #love

Nayana Nair Mar 2018

River

Rivers of people
crowded the alleys of my mind.
Every thought of mine
had to go through them.
And they were relentless.
By the time it made through them,
it was not the same.
That beautiful new born thought
had turned into a old stranger.
I learned one thing
that I can never have a thought
or an action
that is truly my own.
And even when the building and the skies
of my mind decay,
the people in those alleys will live on.

#action #alley #beautiful #building #crowd #decay #learn #live #mind #mine

Nayana Nair Mar 2018

Can we?

Can we become better that what we are?
We dream of better future.
But we become worse, become bitter
every time our life runs into our worst dreams.
We hope to forget, we hope to let go.
But become restless, become hollow
looking at the parts we are missing
the parts we took from each other
that we have fed to our ego.
Can we become better that what we are?

#better #bitter #can #we #dream #ego #every #feed #forget #future

Nayana Nair Mar 2018

Spots of Moon

I want to slip into the spots of the moon
that you look at so fondly
on the nights that you are about to break.

#break #fond #moon #nayana #nair #poems #night #slip #spot #spots

Nayana Nair Mar 2018

Let me sell you a story

Let me sell you a story.
A lie
that my hollow life could live in.
A home that can be changed to my need.
A reality that never exists,
but is as real as
the stories,
the lives
that we avoided by one choice.
Let me sell you a story,
let me sell you my dreams.
I have no need for them anyway.

#anyway #avoid #change #choice #dreams #hollow #home #let #me #sell

Nayana Nair Mar 2018

The day we held hands

The silence wrapping our words
was not born out of a deed or two.
Or out of lack of love.
We didn’t wake up one day
and began feeling alone.
The day we held hands,
we felt the alienation
that only love can bring.
No great love can
change what we were.
Where the plains of our own
lives and its insecurities met
there we see a crack,
to remind us everyday
that we never fit with each other.

#alienate #alone #begin #born #crack #deed #each #other #everyday #feel

Nayana Nair Mar 2018

All the tones

If I memorized
all the tones that drifted in from
a world of happiness
we are no longer inhabitants of,
the tones that drip ever so slowly
filling our heart with love
and filling our life with pain,
the tone that ripples through
every word I weigh on my tongue.
all the tones
that resonates in me as the wind passes
through the places in my heart
where your laughter once lived,
all the tones
that separate bird cry and bird song.
I think I would find the song we lost,
the song we sought
that we could never hear
in the noise of our shouts.
And though our love is dead
I would like this song
to have a home to rest.
As for our love,
what is lost is probably
lost for best.

#all #the #tones #best #bird #cry #song #dead #drift #drip