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
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
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
Today I had two beers Usually I don’t drink beer But today I had two I am a Brandy kind of guy Beer gives you a belly they say… Both Beer and Brandy start with a ‘B’ Even belly starts with a ‘B’ But that does not mean anything I just like Brandy over beer The only time I really loved Beer was in London. … Continue reading 12/30 | Today I had Beer | National Poetry Month 2018
I took a pot of water and kept it on the stove; I put an old memory into it.. let it boil… As it boiled, I sprinkled some laughter, just enough for a faint smile. and let is simmer… I could see some tears evaporating, but it did not smell bad. I switched off the stove. took a sip. an unspeakable calmness descended on me. … Continue reading 11/30 | Something’s cooking | National Poetry Month 2018
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
Vinod Narayan 