A melancholy always drips from the apartment window, driving you nuts as you sit beneath smoking cigarettes. You blow smoke just in time for it to go in and create a chaos for the old lady who lives there. Her husband dreams of the pretty girl…. the next door neighbor, he is bed ridden, but dreams don’t cost. And the girl does not charge. The … Continue reading 19/30 | The apartment window | National Poetry Month 2018
Directed by Chintan Sarda, Shunyata means ‘Void’ and the film depicts the life of a contract killer and his battle with the void inside him. Back to the streets of mumbai this dark short had Jackie Shroff playing a very realistic role. Shorts show life in a very big way though they are stepping stones for many to make full length movies. I am sure … Continue reading Chintan Sarda’s Shunyata is in no way a void, It is full.. it is Complete
A face weeps just beside me as I make my way into the tunnel. The face talks “At the end you will find light, but for that you have to walk in dark.” I presumed so as there is never light until you are determined to overcome the fear and walk in through the dark. It is the rule. There is no other way for … Continue reading 18/30 | Face | National Poetry Month 2018
Fingers move across the keyboard like they are playing a game. A game I just get to sit and watch… They don’t get to kick the same key more than once, except in some rare cases…. the fingers don’t care what words are formed on the screen, nor are they bothered about the sentences… if the meaning in those would hurt someone or make someone … Continue reading 17/30 | Fingers | National Poetry Month 2018
When you were fifteen you were thinking of sixteen and then of eighteen and then eighteen is done and now you are on to nineteen. And I really don’t know what you look forward for a nineteenth birthday…. You don’t seem to say what you want. So when I was wandering in the hallmark store.. I did not know what to pick… I was so clueless… … Continue reading Happy 19th Birthday Rhea!!!
So many wonderful evenings have become ashes of memories and I have taken those memories and woven amazing nightmares. Not to be scared, but to feel safe as there is nothing worse than bad memories; You cannot escape them, and they cannot escape you… you are bound by an umbilical cord, but in between all this chaos of thoughts… you can find a space to … Continue reading 16/30 | Nightmare | NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 2018
Today a friend is leaving town and he needs to meet his friends he wants to unload some memory laundry that has not been washed for way too long… ‘Washed’ is not the word truly.. because none of it has been stained not with blood not with semen though there has been splashes of bourbon the past rash realities of splashed bourbon have stories of … Continue reading 15/30 | To a Friend Leaving | NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 2018
Let the summer blow some senses into your cold heart; the world deserves better.. as the morning breaks into crackers, festivities, food and fun someone is hurt… an 8 year old has been brutally killed and continue to be ripped apart by politics in between region and religion Today life comes to a stand still and waits for its next prey as time returns to … Continue reading 14/30 | the cold heart | National Poetry Month 2018
Some of you might wonder who Adarsh Gourav is? But you will not forget the face of the spoilt young brat in the Sridevi starrer movie ‘MoM’. Today as I write this Adarsh does not even have a Wiki page, but all that will change soon. To know that you should watch the film ‘Rukh’ where he has to try his mettle with none other … Continue reading Adarsh Gourav – You will hear this Name and see this face a lot in Indian Cinema
When you push a man, make sure you do it very hard; so hard that he cannot get up. Best to take him to the cliff, and then without him knowing push him down. If not… He will fight till his end even with his shadow just to break the light inside you don’t push a man if you do it, do it very hard; … Continue reading 13/30 | Don’t Push a Man | National Poetry Month 2018
Vinod Narayan 