When this day comes every year… I think of our years of togetherness…. I remember the first phone call I made to a stranger….. And the long phone calls that followed…. Even the long silences that spoke so much…. and words that made friends out of strangers… A friendship that taught me to pen for the first time… and a love that gave me the … Continue reading A Happy Birthday Poem for my wife
I saw myself looking out of the window into my life.. and every moment that passed painted a different picture of me.. Continue reading Window
The wind whistles so the sleepy night can stay awake till the day arrives…. Continue reading The Whistle
Close the day as the door opens into the night See the dark as the stars shine deep into it Feel the moment as the senses slip into the abyss Burn your beliefs before the effigy is reborn from the ashes And from your unknown past try remembering your future… slowly…. let it all rest .. sleep….. Continue reading Sleep
There are blue wounds in my body that cry out loud at night…in sounds that only I can hear… I pacify them in my sleep.. and they tell me stories that even I have forgotten….. They tell me that there is too much bloodshed in this world that blood from my wounds are not ready to flow out.. The Blood they say is turning into … Continue reading Blue Wounds
“It’s over, It’s over Roger… The Indonesians will come and they will take this land and no one will even know we existed…” These are the words of José Ramos-Horta (played by Oscar Issac) the secretary of foreign affairs in Timor as he lies gasping for breath after a fist fight with the Australian Journalist Roger East played by Anthony LaPaglia… The Year is 1975 … Continue reading Balibo – The Story People Should Know
Yesterday after the Halloween “trick or treats” and after my scheduled daily calls from work at night as I sit down to read a few lines… Our younger one who was still awake (courtesy to his afternoon Nap) asks me “can you read me a big book” Thinking he should be referring to the size of the book I tell him “yes go get the … Continue reading Neruda and our six year old
You should feel the aroma of half written poems from which hope drips into illegible nothingness… You should hear the crackling of scattered leaves in overcrowded graveyards… You should see the life trapped inside burning bodies as the soul is slowly poured into glasses filled with ice cubes… You should know that beneath every trembling hand there is a story of courage and of forgotten … Continue reading Catch Up
The fat society is getting ugly it should be put on a diet a diet of love, optimism caring, justice, education and equality….. It should stop the consumption of even the slightest amount of hatred, religious intolerance and corruption… The big problem is that this would mean a good part of the society will have to be banished from the society….. Continue reading Societal diet
There are words that cut deep into sentences forcing the meaning to flow out like blood; soaking the paper with imagination… without which reading would be pointless and meaningless… Continue reading The Meaning
Vinod Narayan 