there was sleep it has always been there this is not the first time. 20 straight hours four more to go and then it is a new day. days, nights, afternoons all muffled in his mind same goes with many other things somewhere he was losing somewhere he was gaining the idea of time he was awake now, he will start sleeping soon then time … Continue reading 10/30 | Suture | National Poetry Month 2018
For some inspiration I go to the market I stand in a corner and look at the people. I try to think what made them come there Are they really there to buy something or are they there because they know I am here. I know many of them I have seen them in the neighborhood I see a woman with a kid I know … Continue reading 9/30 | I know the Kid | National Poetry Month 2018
Walking by the sea I are reminded of beer when my feet goes half immersed in sand I am reminded of a girl as I stand there hoping the next wave will touch my feet I am reminded that tomorrow is still unknown How long has one to wait, for a wave to touch the feet. And how many waves should touch your feet, before … Continue reading 8/30 | Alive By the Sea | National Poetry Month 2018
Are you a Gay? You have a Gay look. Someone posted a comment on one of my video Since it is National Poetry Month here in America I thought I will reply him with a poem Hey Mister….. What is a Gay look? Do you mean the look of Leonardo Da Vinci Renaissance polymath who gave to the world way too less yes…. way too … Continue reading 7/30 | You Have a Gay Look | National Poetry Month 2018
Daniel Kahneman, in the introduction to his book ‘Thinking, Fast and Slow” says why we should be concerned of Gossip. “Because it is much easier, as well as far more enjoyable, to identify and label the mistake of others than to recognize one own” Gossip is dark inside but extremely illuminating outside and with excellent story tellers, it can be very entertaining. Easy and engaging, … Continue reading Only a culture that allows making mistakes will improve
He got down three steps and sat down. He looked into the street and then back at his home. He looked to see if it will rain and tried to remember the last time he had danced in the rain. He looked at his hands they had grown old… he had never thought about it he knew his face was turning old…. he had even … Continue reading 6/30 | Pied Piper of Dance | National Poetry Month 2018
Watched ‘A Quiet Place’ Today. The theme makes it easy for the film makers to give you scary jolts every now and then because silence is the main character in the film. But even the effort of making a movie of fear in silence is hitchcockianly insane. The world is in a lockdown and a family is trying to survive in a town where most of … Continue reading A Quiet Place | Brilliant | Draws a silent, powerful and terrifying line between death and birth
Beyond the edge of something small, Something simple, completely insignificant; there lies something big… Like on the edge of a passing thought a whole enlightenment awaits you. But on the edge… the journey just starts it is the beginning and you have two choices Today.. live an entire life reaching the edge and never embarking on the journey OR live on the edge Sit, sleep, … Continue reading 5/30 – Journey Beyond the Edge – National Poetry Month 2018
On my side table in the office I have a box of mint a quarter bottle of cologne an antiperspirant remnants from my smoking days may be.. a cream for dry skin no!, two bottles of dry skin cream luckily not from the same company. but not sure why I never use either of them a pen a power cable from an old monitor a … Continue reading 4/30 – Office Valuables – National Poetry Month 2018
Silence is the new installment from friend and film maker Omar Sherif. Happened to watch it yesterday. A short film that follows the suit of his other movies. Even here he is adamant that a social message should be the final move where the movie gets it’s closure. Though here I felt the message could have been more obvious. May be he should not wait … Continue reading ‘Silence’ is a short movie that shows the layers of silence
Vinod Narayan 