“Even when things are right” – Nayana Nair (it rains in my heart)

“The sky is your canvas”,the book to all ailments said,“there is a joy in filling it up with life.”But as I finished my 157th sketch,as I finished my 300th one,as I finished the one with no count attached(the one I called “the limits that were stronger than me”),as I write over all that I hadContinue reading ““Even when things are right” – Nayana Nair (it rains in my heart)”

What are we doing now? —Nayana Nair

Another chance to get our high from the powdered dust of dreams, from digging desperately, getting closer to the voice of the demons we buried just yesterday, breaking nails and curfews to save the skins we can’t live without. Another chance at making a home, choosing colors for our ceilings, choosing the sides we willContinue reading “What are we doing now? —Nayana Nair”

“Enough for me” – Nayana Nair (It Rains in my Heart)

She climbed the stairsnever pausing for a second.I knew what a second of thought could do.How it could pull back her stepsand let out her screams.I knew this is something she didn’t need. She climbed the stairsand walked towards me.Beside me, not exactly near,steps away perhaps she stood.And that was enough for me. Enough forContinue reading ““Enough for me” – Nayana Nair (It Rains in my Heart)”

My Grief Has My Face – Nayana Nair (it rains in my heart)

My grief has my face.My grief has only questions in her eyes-questions that require me to cryand accept the cruel face of the love I have got.My grief instead gets my silent embrace,my refusal to choose better, for her sake or mine.My grief has my faceand my heart that only knows defeatand only in defeatContinue reading “My Grief Has My Face – Nayana Nair (it rains in my heart)”

“news of my new and loveless life” – Nayana Nair (it rains in my heart)

DRAWING THE STARS WRONGall my hopes, now in your hands,feel like signs of trouble.i liked it on paper, the broken star in red ink,but not on my sky.can i undo my steps to you?will my heart break even if you leave my skin? STRIPPING YOU OF FLESHbefore i turn away from youthere are things thatContinue reading ““news of my new and loveless life” – Nayana Nair (it rains in my heart)”

“Shore of Mornings” – Nayana Nair (it rains in my heart)

https://itrainsinmyheart.wordpress.com/ As I swim towards the shore of morning,I think of you sometimes.Sometimes I think of you without maliceor hatred or blame.Only sometimes.Sometimes I am able to separate your existencefrom my pain.I guess,you are no longer my woundor weakness or love. So as I swim back to the shoresthat for once are there within myContinue reading ““Shore of Mornings” – Nayana Nair (it rains in my heart)”

“Before we are set in stone” – Nayana Nair (It Rains In My Heart)

https://itrainsinmyheart.wordpress.com/ She stood ten steps away from me.Smiling the sort of smileI thought I would never see again.The leaves and their shadows,the broken lightonly for us tonight.I remember the how I loved heras the wind rushes to hold her.She, the mast of our broken ship,asks me how I have been. My fingers that ache forContinue reading ““Before we are set in stone” – Nayana Nair (It Rains In My Heart)”

Virtual Image – Nayana Nair

modern brilliance, in my not so humble opinion..- GG https://itrainsinmyheart.wordpress.com/ “the image in mirror is never formed“ I copied this slowlyfrom my friend’s notes,reading too much into it. I moved my handsover the new definition of real. I traced the lines, the dull path of lightas faithfully as I couldbut the solid blue lines ofContinue reading “Virtual Image – Nayana Nair”

“Red Gates” – Nayana Nair

https://itrainsinmyheart.wordpress.com/ I drowned the flowersone by one.The poison of beautynow runs through the riverson this land,they fill his backyardin every season of rain.A child with his smiledrowns another boat of dreams,the flood is a field of paper,the flood is all that is left of me.She stares into me,waiting for a reflection to surface.She walks intoContinue reading ““Red Gates” – Nayana Nair”

Fragmented Thoughts (7) – Nikitha Nair(it rains in my heart)

An eternity waits for you.An eternity waits for me.It won’t be long before we meeteach other. River beds go dry.River beds go dry,sparrows swallow seeds,the pots are broken,and will never be filled.But the eternity waits for us.A second, an hour walks slow,taunting me,but holding,holding a promise of tomorrow,a promise of you. –Nikitha Nair