Sometimes the world just spinsand says you are on the wrong side.. And then you realizethe world is so confusedthere are no sides afterall… You are finally left with three choices One – stay where you areTwo – go where the world goesThree – explore another world ! And you all knowwhich choice makes the difference… Continue reading 19/365 Sometimes
Sometimes we decide to leavethen we remember certain things We can’t leave yet…even if we want to..,where do we go? There are so many peopleWho want to go but can’t..who want to leave but can’t Freedom is used so muchby people who even have them… And most of them don’t knowwhat it means to be in captivity We always define freedomas something we don‘t have… … Continue reading 18/365 Who is Free…?
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
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
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
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
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
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
It is almost 1:30 AM in the morningYesterday was my BirthdayI turned an year older yesterday. Well that is is not right, I just turned a day older yesterdayBut a whole year came piling on me one single dayYou know the feeling, I don’t need to tell you. What does that mean to me.Getting olderHaving less time to liveKnowing you are closer to leaving your … Continue reading 14/365 Another day to remind me | Poetry
Today I wanted to writeNothing stops me… I knowIt was just a day like any other dayBut today I wanted to write. So many days go byand we never write about itWill writing about somethingmake you remember it better ? Why should we remember ?What is the point in remembering ?remembering something that you cannot get againlost is lost is lost is lost…. is lost…. We … Continue reading 13/365 I wanted to Write – Poetry
Vinod Narayan 