today I give my night a subtle message behind a plastic glass of brandy i whisper ‘be good; the world is changing’ but night beckons I go to sleep and not worry about matters I know nothing of… i try to repeat but the clock has moved to a new day and night gets stronger unlike any day I gulp a few and fill in … Continue reading Night Byes #63 of 365 Poems
she filled his sorrows in a few shopping bags and asked for one extra to take home; and walked alone in the rain, drops dripping from the bags that only I knew…. even she was not aware. the bag had a tear and dripping were tears… tears of sold out sorrows. I walked behind her and continued to, till eternity closed on us -Vinod- Continue reading Shopping Bags #61 of 365 Poems
I have seen you look at the footprints that my shadow leaves in the dark. You thought I will never notice but I see better when the lights are out. I too have had my fair share of acquaintance with that symphony of dark. Those exact notes on which the sun weeps on the demise of some distant star. But then I don’t know what … Continue reading A night’s symphony #60 of 365 Poems
Why do you get angry when I ask you to share my bed. you don’t know me you don’t know where I live you don’t even know how I look yet you have that image of someone naked lying next to you you think of my embrace and you are disgusted why? you don’t even know how my bed looks you don’t know if I … Continue reading Do You want to Share My Bed? #59 of 365 Poems
The first time I saw you as you walked pass my milky way drenched in an ocean covered evening, I left my blue laden skies open with waves rising up in the shape of clouds and I let the star fishes swim in my stillness. I have wondered many a time after that day. like I have seen every single part of you since then … Continue reading The Sweat-washed Skin of Love #58 of 365 Poems
Independence, Freedom and the power to choose; Everyone deserves it. My freedom should never deny you, your Independence; And that depends purely on my choices. I am a Free man; I think so. And so, I have responsibilities; I am responsible for my choices. My choices today has its ramifications. It can effect the freedom and Independence of others, today and tomorrow. My choices can … Continue reading Independence And Freedom #57 of 365 Poems
There is not a day that passes without blood splashing on the world news. It has become a norm, and the morning Breakfast smells of raw flesh. Every single news, acts as a verdict on me. Asking me to count the deaths that my silence has fed on. Oh! not just mine, even yours. Did you know that our silence, suffocates even people we do … Continue reading A shot of the blood in our News #55 of 365 Poems
That drunken bottle brink Maverick; Who, some called ‘The Mayor’. In a Town in the middle of nowhere, a nowhere with a bustling past He sat in an old wooden chair with brandy in a tin cup. The rush from past always crowded the streets in his half awake memories. ‘Mayor’, they say as they pass him Mayor of deserted dreams searching for their way … Continue reading The Mayor #54 of 365 Poems
There is a big heap of books on a side table on my left side; Each book with a different kind of bookmark There are Bookmarks with pictures of my kids Bought during the annual picture day, where you take the best deal and end up with different types of your kid’s same pictures. And you can never throw them, The Dilemma of parents. There … Continue reading My World of Bookmarks #53 of 365 Poems
A brief period of remorseful uneasiness; But then it vanishes, as if everything you have done till now was perfect. Planned and executed flawlessly, as if life is something you read out of a book, And then you run till another brief moment comes again a remorseful uneasiness hovers. We will all one day leave for the woods, where the shadows don’t fall on fallen … Continue reading Remorseful Uneasiness – #52 of 365 Poems
Vinod Narayan 