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
I know it takes more than a moon, to spy on every human being. That is why we have stars. The sun is just a big piece of light, that cannot see much far. It blinds those who look at it. Then they invented cameras and screens. And stopped looking at the moon and stars We never look at the sun for long. Cameras Capture … Continue reading Spying – #30 of 365 Poems
Meeting someone after a long time. First you start with a piece of memory. cut again into several pieces. each small piece for a person we both know. After gulping from some old poem, we share a song together. something the lyrics we had forgotten; but the tune still remains intact. Finally we bid farewell like the last page of a book that lets the … Continue reading Meeting a Friend – #29 of 365 Poems
Two legs that carry a body around. and a head that makes the body carry it. Does the head care if the legs are non existent? We all hold our visibility to just the nearest impact. the rest for us is trivial. We think we are untouched by anything beyond 2 degrees. Blindness, is not the real word for it. Because you still see it … Continue reading Visibility – #28 of 365 Poems
Vinod Narayan 