The gift came wrapped inside glittering memories there were also some colored papers inside.. the person who send it had not forgotten me at least I thought… The colored papers brought back some pain and I could not move beyond that point.. I wrapped it back and sent it back For it came from a person and a time that I have been trying hard … Continue reading Forgotten Gifts – POEM #6 NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 2019
I have often rested my eyes on her sleepy eyelids.. only to be woken up in every blink… But even that moment had felt secure… Going to sleep knowing you will wake up that is not a luxury any one of us have… Yet we sleep… and plan for the next day.. Life is short, but we all have a choice Live it by letting … Continue reading Being Awake – POEM #5 NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 2019
There are old memories that you like to rewind to…. And one day you do it. Yes.. you rewind… You are a bit nervous.. and excited at the same time… You board the experience, you hang on with a smile for a few minutes and then it gets tough.. Is that me..? How could it..? What was he thinking? What was she thinking? What was … Continue reading Damn those memories – Poem #4 National Poetry Month 2019
A silkworm weaves a day into a brilliant example and a man wears it on his body, showing off his evolution…. The silkworm chuckles; and continues to weave a night… the man picks it up and looks at it unable to see anything he removes his day and checks his body the silkworm smiles… Continue reading Silkworm Poem #3 National Poetry Month 2019
When you surrender to a story two things happen one, the story becomes a fact for you other, you start hating people who question it When you reject a story two things again happen one, the story loses its essence other, you look down upon the one who tells it Every time a story is told two things happen one, you surrender to it other, … Continue reading Two things always happen – Poem #2 – npm2019
When words are born premature… converted to images not still but moving.. moving images… Somewhere in that journey we lose ourself.. But today… this one day NO.. this whole month… We need to get back to ourself for we can feel ourself alone… in an empty vessel.. we need words to fill it up with Some lives are like that.. they lose the meaning when … Continue reading Poetry #1 – Welcoming National Poetry Month 2019
Wow!! one more year and you will be a Teen. It has become a norm to remind every year that you were born on the International Women’s day, but what the heck… it does matter because women gave birth to the world we live in. And we are all ever in debt to their love and compassion !!! When I wrote my first blog post … Continue reading Happy 12th Birthday Rahi
It is not for me to bother but yet I decided to climb; and as the clouds descended every step I found myself alone…. I have not dreamt in a paradise sky my earth has been too strong pulling me down my sleep has walked out on me and yet I cannot wake up…. Today I know that even a drop can mean fatal….. and … Continue reading As I murmur…….
Yesterday I had a chance to watch Perunthachan (The Master Craftsman); the 2nd play by the SF Bay Area Malayalam Literary and Arts group Sargavedi. A much larger production in terms of crew and acts than their first Kattukuthira (Wild Horse) which successfully ran multiple venues in the United States. In my opinion this is a step close to big time serious Malayalam theatre in US. There … Continue reading Perunthachan (The Master Craftsman) SF Bay Area Sargavedi’s 2nd Theatrical Beauty
I have written many times before that I have hardly had Monday Blues… And I am honest, at least nothing serious that I remember of. But to be pragmatic I think that might have happened in the rarest of rare occasions. The reason for Monday Blues devoid work life has to do with three things. The company I work, The people I work with and … Continue reading When You Look forward to Work Everyday
Vinod Narayan 