The winter sky trembles as the gunshots tick off the dead column in little children’s incomplete resume. Last Summer, who knew there will be people who wished they knew; because summers are open wide and wild. Some keep the doors open whole day. Some move the calling bell to where kids can reach them. Some move the curtains and look through the window. May be … Continue reading Seasons – #42 of 365 Poems
The river sliding down the hill, taking with it many branches and roots and the trees seem to also follow. On a log sliding down the water, there was a dog. Well that’s what it looks from far here. But it could well be a monkey, or even a kid, left alone. We all have seen ourself in that situation. sometimes we are the log. … Continue reading Images of Nothing – #41 of 365 Poems
Someone asks a dog if it can bark in silence. The dog is silent. They ask again and the dog does not answer. They call many people and ask again. The whole city comes together. They ask in different languages. Some even bark and ask. Finally the priest comes and he looks up to the heavens, then closes is eyes. He says “the dog does … Continue reading Dog Barks – #40 of 365 Poems
“I will tell you it is a very cold winter, something that I have never experienced in my life. It is going to ruin our whole vacation. I had told you we should try another time. And you were behind the cheapest tickets. And now… Now What? Enjoy your time inside a tiny room when you could have had your whole house if you had … Continue reading Winter Window – 365 Flash Fiction #64
Finding that half image in completeness. May be finding that brush stroke, that gives the image its complete picture. There is a picture that I had forgotten. May be a piece is still stuck on the tip, of a scented pink eraser. What happens after that is the real story. I eat the eraser and break the brush. I walk into the picture, and get … Continue reading Picture Half – #39 of 365 Poems
It is important to do something new every now and then. You might ask “Even if I love what I do?”. The answer is Yes. Because it is quite natural for us to fall into seemingly subconscious boring lapses of momentary non-existence even while doing the things we so much love. When you do something new every now and then you free up your mind from … Continue reading Do something New on a regular basis; It Helps!!
When the leaf folds itself, we can imagine what the shape will be. The first thought would be that of a cocoon; like the one from which butterflies would come. but then it could fold further. And what happens when it folds million times? Will it stop remaining a leaf. It would still be a leaf because we know, it was a leaf before it … Continue reading Unfold – #38 of 365 Poems
I was on a Journey once with stops every hour. How did I travel? May be in a train, a car or a Bike. May be it was a motor boat, that stopped at every sight of something that belonged to the land; but was loitering or floating in my route. May be a bottle with a message. May be a ball that could not … Continue reading Journey – #37 of 365 Poems
The desk where I sit has just a lamp now; under which at night I used to scribble. The waste basket next to my desk still has – a whole lot of crumbled sheets on which I had scribbled. The window next to the desk – from where I could see people walking in the fields. That is broken. And now you can see people … Continue reading The Fields – #36 of 365 Poems
I have stepped on countless stones, I cannot tell the shapes of any. But if you point a gun at my head and ask; I can get creative, I will start with one that is round, or may be elliptical, then I will start shaping them one by one. Some would be long with sharp edges. Some will be colored. I will slowly make the … Continue reading Stones – #35 of 365 Poems
Vinod Narayan 