“What I Remember(8)”- Nayana Nair

it rains in my heart

when i see my past pain in your tears

now come here,
come inside
and cry how much ever you want.
we don’t want the neighbors to know
how much worse we are doing than them.
trust me dear,
it does no one good
if you go around with these puffed eyes
and cracking voice.

you know, these days
it is not wise to act out frustrations
you never know who is idle enough to observe us
and label us as another example
of a failed generation,
a disappointment,
write an article on
how luxury has spoiled these children,
that we are just a bunch of aimless attention seeking
humans who refuse to grow up,
that we are weak to indulge in something so petty.
they will hand you the list of people who are doing worse
(i have plenty of those stuffed in drawers,
just in case if you…

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Thank you so much, Nayana Nair, (itrainsinmyheart) for nominating me for mystery blogger award.

“Mystery Blogger Award” is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging, and they do it with so much love and passion. – Okoto Enigma

Creator of this award is Okoto Enigma and here is the link:


1. Put the award logo/image on your blog
2. List the rules.
3.Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog
4.Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well
5. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself
6. You have to nominate 10 – 20 people
7. Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog
8. Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question (specify)
9. Share a link to your best post(s)


  1. I am a Leo.
  2. I am a vegetarian.
  3. I love eating.





1. What is your current favorite song?

Oh Humsafar – Neha Kakkar & Himansh Kohli

 2. Most rude you have ever been?

I don’t even remember this because I don’t want to answer this.

3. One silly superstition that you actually believed in as a child?

Nothing. I actually challenged every superstition.

4. One word that you use most in conversation?

Arey Bhai, haayee, haawwww, oye.

5. What is one good thing and a bad thing about getting awards?

Good thing: Happy over the thought of getting recognition.

Bad thing: Answering questions.



DARKLING SKY – Neha Sharma


  1. Why do you love your life?
  2.  Do you judge people? If yes, why? If no, why not?
  3.  When you offer help to people, how much do you push yourself to help them genuinely?
  4. What was your last funniest behavior?
  5. How do you handle sadness?

Back To You

Heartstring Eulogies

“Because, darling, I’ll make my way back to you.
If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll find a way.”

Maybe this is how it’s all supposed to be. If you believe in fate, that is. I got lost inside myself. Trapped in a prison within my head. Thoughts never ending. Never slowing down. Never allowing me to be who I am. But I’m determined. Can you see it? This determination in my eyes? If we are meant to be, we will be again. I have to believe that. And I hope you’ll still be there, waiting for me. Because, darling, I’ll make my way back to you. If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll find a way back to you.

© Sarah Doughty

Wait for me, please.
I’m coming.

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“New Organ” – Nayana Nair

it rains in my heart


All the words that I have gulped down
are still inside me,
never digested.
They have found a space for themselves-
A new throbbing organ that I cannot name,
since I have never named my organs,
someone else always does it for me
(does it for all of us)
and tells me through fading words
of second-hand textbooks
how is it supposed to feel to be a human,
how I am just a complicated machinery
and why my heart can’t possible think or want.

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I wish to carve myself.

By way of appearing same,

As it is as I am.

I wish to drop a line on stone,

But, I get in touch with scrap.

Everything engraved are just fragments

That deserves to get thrown away.


In spite of everything,

I wish to shape figures of my heart.


Extremes are off these days,

And the whole lot is normalcy.

It gets its rank in expressions,

But never in cores and epics

However, passions penetrate deep down to the cores.


A spirit of extreme passions and incidents,

It yearns for.

With no extremes,

What will I carve?

Everything is just fragment,

That deserves to get thrown away.

MY STEPS – Neha Sharma



Should I move forward?

Lots of ways out there to pass through

I am about to take a trip,

But I do not work out to take steps.

Barely do I change,

I stick up for my position in confidence.

Lying down, I let this season pass by.


I visualize demanding moves.

I picture out its every distant dream.

Sketching all my imaginations,

I look ahead to step forward.

I speak up to believe myself.


On the contrary,

I foresee space for another line.

Trouble-free, a simple one

Offering liberty, I take pleasure in travelling.

I do not find myself on this road,

Inventing luxuries, the hard-hitting move designed for me.


I route my age positioning myself,

On the same page,

From where I was about to take a trip,

I didn’t work out to take any step.

I let all seasons pass by.

Till time will trace my rhythm to travel by




I set my heart to be a warrior,

By myself, on my own

I am under my own steam.

I am by all means a lone voice.

My fate fell short,

No one knows what’s there in the stars.

This time, I am in a terrible mess.

I blow up everything to pieces,

Trying to protect from the attack.


Upright at heart,

I am a little demon.

Coming out to rescue,

I blowout and upset everyone.

I pray for peace,

Turn everything in chaos.

Flashed with madness,

I lose all control,

I end up in tragic days of war.


To save one’s neck from my blow,

By myself, on my own

To be under my own steam,

To be at peace,

I am by all means a lone voice.

Here my fate fell short,

No one knows what’s there in the stars.