Stanzaic Stylings

Surreal Name  you journey through my name through the rocky turns, lost lanes, dark alleys, deep pits  some no way outs  of each letters crossing rough ridges, broken bridges between generations, all fatigued, now crossing  through the desolation  of my surname  where strolling through  the same ruins, you find  much to your disappointment, I may be no different then you reach the end  all worn out, devasted  find me there, standing, with open arms  calling your name. Bio: Born on 1988 in a small town of Silchar, Assam, India. Daipayan Nair is a freelance writer/columnist, poet, fiction writer and essayist. His works have been published in a lot of printed anthologies and online poetry journals like The Poetry Breakfast, The Galway Review, Tuck Magazine, 1947 Literary Journal, Duane's PoeTree Blog etc. He was recently awarded The Reuel International Poetry Prize ...

Good Amateurs Eyes have remembered Themselves Time and again As an opening  Soon turning into a blot  The reason  I see a coagulated dawn  On your forehead  Two children  Quite relaxed  On your face  Out of a mature fission Returning all its pain,  Love received  Back to the maker  Blinding my adult As when a parent Doesn't want to see further Post-sleep, He is quite proud  Of his two kids  Controlling a scenery Confessing  Like amateurs. Bio: Born on 1988 in a small town of Silchar, Assam, India. Daipayan Nair is a freelance writer/columnist, poet, fiction writer and essayist. His works have been published in a lot of printed anthologies and online poetry journals like The Poetry Breakfast, The Galway Review, Tuck Magazine, 1947 Literary Journal, Duane's PoeTree Blog etc. He was recently awarded The Reuel International Poetry Prize 2016. His works...

Stills When I revive you by  from a past of being torn,  being plucked with force, being made  a lover's bouquet without choice How could I ignore the silent breeze, its own share of pollens swaying your mind for a while Now, there are two roses left: Which blooms after death  The other that blooms before it  To the flower, I can say, 'it's full of beauty' even when the garden isn't full of it Your petals around it  is just your photograph. Bio: Born on 1988 in a small town of Silchar, Assam, India. Daipayan Nair is a freelance writer/columnist, poet, fiction writer and essayist. His works have been published in a lot of printed anthologies and online poetry journals like The Poetry Breakfast, The Galway Review, Tuck Magazine, 1947 Literary Journal, Duane's PoeTree Blog etc. He was recently awarded The Reuel International Poetry Prize 2016. His works have been translated in q...