Stills by Daipayan Nair
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...