She was an artists magic,
the end of his burning cigar.
She would fish for the gold
Beyond his eyes in the canvas
The day she fell to it's depths,
Was when he caught her
That paper was a piece of the river

---Nair----

Rainy days, far away from home,
Where the sun never sets, i would roam,
the dome of prayers and a plodding priest,
Walls of stones that would only spread east

------Nair------

He said, there is this tree of time...
Every day it sings like a distant chime...
All grew old, every man and monster,
Not this tree of time, the evergreen scenester......
----Nair-----

They say we could live all the lies....
Grow two wings and touch the skies...
But I turn around and see you smile...
And I fly, and I fall, every single time....

---- Nair----

Suave and swift and a mighty wit
Why do you never listen just a bit?
Shaved faces and lustrous grins
Is all we want, is all that wins..
He walked with a beard and soiled rag..
Ink on his nails and dreams in his bag,
They wished for walls they died building
In a frame he lived, where it never stopped raining.... 
-----Nair-----

Pic Courtesy : Don Panakkal Photography. 
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I hope you know,
I walk on the clouds,
I hear the music,
I watch the stars,
All to wake up,
And see you beside me,
painting your dreams...
---Nair----

"You must be an angel" He said
placing the flower on my hair..
My demons were asleep
When they wake up,
I would place that flower on his wreath
---Nair---