24/365 Fake Humancy
Sometimes I feel I have created nothingThen I wonder if that is even the purpose of life.I mean why should we even create… anythingIsn’t survival the only ask of life As human beings we understand mortalityAnd yet we act as if we are immortalAnimals, we are the sameBut we hold a responsibility We hold the power to destroy the planetthe planet we live…the only one … Continue reading 24/365 Fake Humancy
23/365 – The idea of existence
I see a burdened sunrisesparkling in your eyes –I hear a song of sorrowyour lips never expressed to the world. I don’t know what is right or wrongI am just trying to feel what you have experienced In a busy street walking next to a strangerI forget that I existas the pavements end and my feet touch the soilas my muddy feet decide it is … Continue reading 23/365 – The idea of existence
Happy 19th Birthday Rahi !
Another year for you, Rahi. Wishing you a wonderful year ahead. Happy Birthday! You may not know this, but today also happens to be the day India won the T-20 World Cup against New Zealand. One of the standout performers in the series was Sanju Samson, who comes from the same state in Kerala that your mom and I are from. That’s just a little … Continue reading Happy 19th Birthday Rahi !
22/365 I Can Tell
I can tellBut there is no guarantee it will happenThere are things we don’t understand No one understands;but they won’t tell us that But one thing we can be sureNone of these will matter to you or me We are living on a petaland the flower has decided to wilt There is no petals left except this oneOne petal holding us both Where do we … Continue reading 22/365 I Can Tell
On this Thanksgiving 2025
I met Sheeba Ameer for the first time in 2019. Since then, every time she is in the U.S, I make it a point to meet her. And whenever I travel to Kerala, I always visit her at Solace Global in Thrissur. I ask myself why I visit Solace. What do I contribute by going there? Honestly, I don’t know. It’s not Sheeba who makes … Continue reading On this Thanksgiving 2025
On Freedom and Life on Earth
There was something so profound I read a few days back.. “Freedom… is nothing but the distance between the hunter and its prey” This is a line from Chinese American poet Bei Dao’s poem Accomplices. I read the line in Ocean Vuong’s debut novel from 2019 “On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous” I heard Ocean Vuong speak at NPR’s Fresh Air a few months back where … Continue reading On Freedom and Life on Earth
Fixing it | 365 Flash Fiction | 65
He came early that day. Unlike a normal day he decided to cook. He scanned the fridge and found there were spring onions and nothing else. He asked himself if he needed to go and buy something. He decided not. He took one spring onion and looked at it and smiled.“I wonder what you are thinking now. Are you happy to get out of the … Continue reading Fixing it | 365 Flash Fiction | 65
17/365 The Little Poem – Poetry
The Little poem was scared…..All the long and famous poems were buriedThere were bombs and missiles flying aroundIt was dark and it was cold… There were flashes during which the poem read itself.It was little, small, naive..there was no depth in it..it thought… It was not the only little poem..there were others like it..They played by sliding on every penthey even played hide and seek … Continue reading 17/365 The Little Poem – Poetry
16/365 You don’t agree – Poetry
I always write poetrywhen the day comes to a closeMaybe poems written at the end of the dayare forced to live for an eternity Who cares if a poem lives on ?Who cares if anything lives on ?Every thing needs to expire..an expiry date. even unknown oneto finish. to die.. Lack of Death is the biggest sufferingLife is beautifulBut lack of death; it can be … Continue reading 16/365 You don’t agree – Poetry
15/365 The clock ticks | Poetry
As the clock slowly tickseach second passes to another a second is lost before we realizea minute we wait forsome minutes are longer than yearsthey take an eternity to pass. life stops and waitsa flower somewhere decides to diea tree falls… and no one noticesan animal cries for humanityIt is hot like hell.. An old snake laments‘it is time to refill the poison‘ Humans gather … Continue reading 15/365 The clock ticks | Poetry
Vinod Narayan 