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
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
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
To decide what you want in life; ask a teenager that question. Then go in front of the mirror and ask that question to yourself. Will the mirror break ? or will you look like a moron? When do you know what you want to do in life? with your life? the answer is never or the answer is ‘it always keeps changing’ When you … Continue reading Go Get it – #34 of 365 Poems
The song sings to the dance in a whisper. And you wonder why it happens. And then you hear the wind, whistling past the trees. Did it hear the song? Or is it part of the chorus; or may be it is getting ready for the dance. The trees in the forest might know but light does not reach there. Wait…. I know when you … Continue reading Sing and Dance – #33 of 365 Poems
I will give way to a thought, if it talks to me in a tone that I have forgotten but wish it was still with me. I will let the wind sweep me, from my rock solid foundations, If it can promise that it will never leave any footprints, following which I can return home. And I will let them all say I am lost … Continue reading You – #32 of 365 Poems
You do not wake up from a dream like someone climbs up from a well they fell into in a past life. You do not cross the street like you are walking from the living room into your bedroom. And you don’t drive over a dead body because you have the right of way You gotta wait till things clear And then start walking. Continue reading Walking – #31 of 365 Poems
Vinod Narayan 