Small hands blackened with oil and dirt pushing a small tray under a car as the playground screamed in joy of little ones playing cricket and soccer His sweaty face witnesses a smile a censored childhood jumps out winning over his tired alertness Oil is lifeless not like kids; and it does not care for trays or their position beneath they just flow… A slap from a heartless adult … Continue reading Kid On Car – National Poetry Month 2016 – Day7
A shade, a pavement, a cart, a cardboard, a slice of any obvious nothingness a life moved away from where it began continuing to move in search of one A sense of silence to memories invading the mind to images walking unnoticed, and all repeating day after day Every passing apathy faces the same inescapable reality silently screaming from a torn poster Today me; who … Continue reading The inescapable Reality – National Poetry Month – Day 6
Winston Moseley died; He was 81 On March 28th, last week, after 52 years in incarceration Who was Winston Moseley? Moseley was the guy who stabbed to death 28 year old Kitty Genovese Why is this worth mentioning? well he did it as they say when 38 pairs of ears heard the crime happen the cries as it runined their sleep But not a finger … Continue reading The Bystander Effect – National Poetry Month 2016
A land you know to a land you do not know struggles to reach and then struggles to survive to be born, adopted, reborn and on and on it goes what did you set out to gain? dreams that redefined in the wake of realities? dreams to be achieved in one life time, but some passed over through generations who are you? they ask where … Continue reading The Greatness of being Open – National Poetry Month 2016 #4
Tell me about a war where there were no loses Where Babies laughed through the entire show A war that did not make widows and orphans A war that did not reduce the population Where innocents did not die, and the term collateral Damage was not used Find one single war, and please refer me to that one Where people were not displaced Where beautiful … Continue reading Bullies With Bullets – National Poetry Month 2016 #3
Dad, what is a Color? Son, It is something that you can see feel, experience…. Something that exists Is Black a Color? And what about brown? Isn’t Rainbow having all the colors? Yes it does son; Is white a color dad? Or is it the lack of any color? What do you think son? Dad I think it is a color it just does not … Continue reading We are all colored – National Poetry Month 2016 #2
My mind has been scattered everywhere; a feat my body can only accomplish once dead or hope it can; But that is if they (those alive while I die) Choose to burn me and scatter the remains in all places the my mind has wandered My body looks at my mind in awe It will never happen not because I will not die but because … Continue reading My Body Watches My Mind in Awe – National Poetry month 2016 #1
And there will be a thought that I will dip in a pot of boiling water and simmer… I will relish the aroma like I have never experienced before May be it is the same thought that has passed my mind on some past date I forgot that to mark on my calendar a birthday, a tragedy, a moment of pride I don’t know I … Continue reading Poetry, I love You – Poem#30 – National poetry Month
Have you ever thought of life on the other side of the barbed wire I have not; I have never been behind one that is what I believed till I figured it was not really true we are always on one side or the other of a barbed wire We just don’t accept that we are free when someone else is loosing theirs we don’t … Continue reading Toxic Barbed Wire Dreams – Poem#29 – National Poetry Month
“Your social skills deplete When you always make love with the keyboard and ejaculate into the social media nothing beautiful comes out you are not creating life here” Someone told me this as I was doing exactly the same thing “It is always the same old same old till you turn old..” he said He then gave me a big lecture; There was a time when … Continue reading Social Media Life – Poem#28 – National Poetry Month
Vinod Narayan 