Interference

— Maya Nair

You should know
because, you always impose your “…no…”
you label our’s with
your beliefs and definitions
like an intruder knocking
with astrological proofs
your prophecy-
what can it tell
of our love story
when only he and I are the participants-
marching, standing, intensified
we fit, dim, shine, hide
alone and together
like stars in the sky
you should know we have been happy,
we perceive happiness differently
than you.

Age

— Maya Nair

Imagining “then” now
Imagined “now” then
the mother’s sari
wrapped well on her, then.
and  arranged on me, now.
a glimpse to then
and a  wrinkle in making
on the curtain of now
illuminating a story of our
delights, battles and boundaries
sari adorning different bodies
sings a passing and an extended song
like the carefully long tucked in pleats
to surround our soul.
occupying our hearts with black, white,
colors of rainbow and clouds
a rhythm in proceedings of life
she and I conveniently comprehend.
straight, twisted, zigzagged play of lines
painting, releasing an adventure of age
that we envision at different times.

Closure

— Maya Nair

A mixture of thoughts-
is it painfully personal,
or calmly confused?
A complex internal turmoil,
so compressed that it is unfit for stirring
so impenetrable, that no longer
essence of accessing it, exists.
One thing it propels her to do is to act now.
She is unaware what her action will bring forth
just as she was unaware about the beginning of it all.
She feels that she has taken enough breaths to know what living is-
purpose of life emerges to vanish,
channeled into a chaos causing tube.
Which she endorses it to explode,
in search for translucency in ashen blood.
Isn’t it  an inauthentic escape?
A disturbed closure attempts to
roar into nothingness.
Fluctuating consistency can’t  capture
a stable strand of solace
in trembling, distorted air,
exploding eyes can’t gaze.
She could have seen lights
if she would have chosen
to close her eyelids silently.