Born in 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 quite a few languages. He has also got a book to his name. His first collection of poems is named 'The Frost' which was released in 2015. His recent publication is a co-authored anthology of poems titled ‘THE VIRTUAL REALITY’ which was released at the end of 2016. Currently, he is working on his upcoming project, a detailed poetry book on the new poetry form ‘Tideling' titled ‘Parallelism’ to be published soon.
Daipayan Nair
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The thread's so thin...
You hold my hand like possibilities, and dark drools fresh down that skin, in this never-ending December
As we lie, secret and naked, like a hundred days and ninety-nine nights, wrapped in a calendar
Unforgiven is the hour of the kiss, we age to our comforts, unforgotten becomes the touch
I seek no God, I meet no soul, the crow lands on my grave without a faith, and I love you very much
You hold me age-old like a dead branch, and we fall high and low
On my return, I find you soft, I find you fragile, that's how a sin breaks into kisses, melody shatters into a song
Yet there you're, lover of the old, mother of the new, with arms, open wide, there you're, like one fine romance
Waiting till forever lasts, till the musk of dusk's all there is, he's all over you, somewhat like my bleeding heart, how far can I go...
Love desires power and power needs love, both possess, it's like our first kiss, a hundred years old
And likewise we grow, over a hundred Decembers, that's how I challenge greater forces, that's how I love your soul
Ruin is where you hold my hand tonight, and creepers grow fast, we're still not done ruining each other enough
Often during Decembers, our powers rain, it's black and white, like those eyes, I flash and silence is human, joy is pain
Seconds after you begin a rose, I end a poet, lover or a sin, I end with a weak faith, that's how easy for love it's been
Every December love's different, and every December we think we're similar, our beloved kin ties us both to our age-old tree, and the thread's so thin.
© Daipayan Nair
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Love's holier...
Love's holier when you fall naked and I'm warm on your breasts, and God's no fire
Love's holier, when the Sun sets on your face, and dead silence takes a gigolo for hire
Love's holier, when you ring my tongue like a temple bell, it's an abusive fuck, and God's no liar
Love's holier when I return like a dusk, like a loner, her wishbone hangs by a wire, and the Thrush's done with the fire
Love's holier when you burn trees high like desire, I fall on my knees alive, and God's no fire
Love's holier, when I'm done with a doppelganger, it's thousand bucks, and your soul still tilts my bum
Love's holier, when I scream your name loud in an alley, all hair and spine, they look nothing like you, and God's no liar
Love's holier, when in winters, I'm warm on her bum, you hang holy on the wall, it's a cruel picture, we're no longer moonlights, but an ancient fire
And so we die into sounds, night after night, you as a river, I as a sigh, our immense silence
Till they give it back to you, the holy tomb of your breast, and my temple on your chest, now I ring in a thousand tongues
Red is how I rise, and red is how you fall, we're flames of our own making
On hardness, you grow soft, and God's kind, He ensures, you're spoiled only by lovers
Settling like death, you rise nothing like life, you ripple my Sunrise like a rose, and God's no saint
End is holier, when you sprout out of my extinction, you're nothing like sexy but soft as grass, before another stack of fire.
© Daipayan Nair
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Pure alcohol...
Love is one bottle pure alcohol, my friend, after you're one bottle down
Two sips more, and friends lose their ground, you get back on your feet good, you enter her gown
Jazz sucks its tongue, and the saxophone blows hard, the blonde with her blonde hair, she yells in love, it's pure cocaine
She crosses her legs, we cross ours, she's some terrific sex you say, we leave the bar, two hands in one, she was my beloved, before I left the town
She burned half when I was gone, she burned half when right next to her, mother was blown
Tonight I return, like a 12-year-old sin, eager for none, and she burns full, like a Cuban cigar
She's posh now my friend, she blows the mic for some, that's another word for 'talented'
As we get over her, we still get out of the car, windshields moist, and our hands held above, I remember how she sang for me back then, her moans were love
It's ok my friend, you're one bottle down, you fell deep, it must be her, it's 5 o'clock, and that's five flush down
And she's still heavy on me, like an old Christmas, I carry her light as fuck, and I'm no man, she was shot, long before there was a town
Remember my friend, now that you smell her in the Sun, feel her thorns too,
Offer a hand, relaxed and easy, somewhat soft like trust, and that might just make a wine out of you
She was never a game, she's just a rose, she couldn't bloom beyond her name
Ends the love tale, two bottles down, you jump, there's a chic for sale, she ends her silver breast, she ends me fast, "I knew you'd end like this someday, don't stop now, keep coming, it's better than a stranger every day".
© Daipayan Nair
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Jack Daniels...
And when it comes to beauty of grief, I try the blankness of your skin, in simple laments, I don't hold true
You take my drags, my kisses, and bites, as some spoken word and this new hunger is a fake poverty
And when we lie on that cold floor, naked, our lips eating air, we're just homeless on a beach that's blue
I'm fucking urban babe, my tears are distilled, it's Jack Daniels and you
And when it comes to handling grief, your face is a luxury I have
Something's easy babe, you don't kill hunger, and your hunger seldom kills, it's easier for me, with another ninety-nine in the queue
This is the urban babe, love here is fancy, things here are stored for long,
In your case, an unspoiled heart, and a few words, those better than alms, I'm urban, I still survive with 'I love you'
There lies the damn bottle, 18 years blend, I blend in you babe and hell's heaven
I blend enough and your face empties in my hand, damn! grief is beautiful
Red is my grief, yes that is what my grief wears, I don't spill enough when bullets spill me
On a piece of paper I just sympathize, and to revolutions, I just nod, I easily settle for your lipstick
Save the child while he's still young and I become urban with a rose undone, I sleep in my porch where there's none
Endangered sits my beauty of grief, red frozen on her lips, I am urban, I know little how hearts bleed, I die beautiful, I die without a fist, I die rich, it's Jack Daniels and a wrist.
© Daipayan Nair
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Back & forth...
You know how love grows pure, it grows like a child on your lips, like a woman in your head
And then they say, love ages faster when I am with you, love ages deep when I am in your bed
And when love fails common, like a man, and black hairs rise like ash, what sky-blue left of your gown is dead
You know love grows pure, it grows like a ruin when we're gone, like a daffodil on your head
Love is mysterious, and love grows humble like a pasture,
We mix six feet below our kins, they've just begun, they just kiss
And love fails young, love fails good, when a young boy hurls sorrows towards the sea
And there you're silent, growing on rocks and sands, six feet from the shore, growing with a love that's pure
She who waits beside you, has a pure heart, she has beautiful eyes, and she has an eye for beauty, she finds her man, he has a strong wrist, she's still very far
So you ask yourself, how failed are we, to grow in each other, as a hot body, as a beautiful mind
When in the world of forgetting, happy and sad, only a simple heart survives
Remember none, my love, after I'm gone, I know you will, it's just my way, of reassuring my kiss
Only roses provide a good challenge, the ones who mean something, even when souls make love
Stored in this world is a lot of pain, sometimes it's severe, sometimes its just me and you
Ending grows pure my love, like your last ember of gold left alone on a disrupted shore, and I am almost there, back and forth.
© Daipayan Nair
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