So when did I learn that everyone born has to die someday I don’t know, must be quite young I don’t remember ever not knowing that fact When my paternal grandma died I was very young, I remember it…. but don’t recollect how I felt back then But I remember a few words from my Dad’s letter He was abroad and could not make the … Continue reading Understanding Death – Poem 8 – National Poetry Month
So I understand we are not the same We do not have the same thinking We don’t look alike We are different I am free to disagree with what you think Free to object to what you propose But will do my best to respect your opinion But thoughts are very tough to always respect I can’t respect your thoughts if they hurt someone…. I am … Continue reading Think And Change – Poem#7 National Poetry Month
A hand full of colors, even one color will do But it should not be the one in which I see the world A hand full of colors, that can resonate with the truth my colorless mind wishes to display A hand full of colors, that will tell me stories in languages painted by the human heart A hand full of colors, that fly up in … Continue reading A Hand Full Of Colors – Poem#6 – National Poetry Month
The shoe shop always had the same size shoes kept together as if the people who come to buy all have feet that are the same size how silly… I know why they do it… the mainstream walks balanced, so they believe….. but I am not part of the mainstream, My imbalance is what keeps the spice Raises the bar and even moves the world…. … Continue reading Mainstream Imbalance – Poem#5 – National Poetry Month
Prashant Bhushan’s open letter is out and on the news. You can read it from various sources. While I have my opinions about how that chasm between activism and politics can be crossed, I also understand not everyone has the same view opinion as mine… there is a tug of war that happens within a person once they are in that Chasm.. It is a very … Continue reading Crossing Chasms – Prashant Bhushan’s Open Letter to Arvind Kejriwal
For me to write something I would first need to accept that I know nothing And then slowly I should let myself free and just wait, and wait and wait Sometimes this can go on for a long time Hours, days or months or years I do have many dried pens in my shelf But then over time you realize that writing a poem just … Continue reading Poetically Complete – Poem#4 – National Poetry Month
I have planted a rose by that same corner the same corner that you can see if you ever open your green window…. Well; to be honest ‘planted’ would not be the right word I have ‘buried’ a rose by that same corner I had removed the petals very carefully and had the stem laid down neatly I used the thorn to drop a few of … Continue reading Green Shut Windows – Poem 3 – National Poetry Month 2015
The drunk knew so much He would drink every day afternoon all the way till midnight He had to forget everything he knew because he never trusted the night. With the night, with every moment of sleep all his knowledge came back…. Even the nightmares turned into huge Volumes of encyclopedia that would play tricks with his memories like they were some rainbow colored billiard … Continue reading The Drunk – Poem#2 – National Poetry Month 2015
“Writing a poetry is much like giving birth” said a poet “but delivery is not that painful” said another one. “I can still feel the pain of the countless still births that hang on to me” said a third person who had some hesitation in claiming to be a poet “My still born poems come at night and call me they ask me to call … Continue reading The Three Poets – Poem #1 – National Poetry Month 2015
Any Bill that can potentially place LGBT people, people of color, religious minorities, women and many more people at risk of discrimination is inherently uncivilized and wrong. Yes I am talking about the protests against the Bills in Indiana and Arizona If you are one of those people who think that discrimination if it happens in the name of religious freedom is OK, then you have … Continue reading Religious Freedom or Freedom from Religion
Vinod Narayan 