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
It is easy for someone to say it is over Because It is tough to linger on something for so long. But there should be a way. Something that is in between. In between, that is what we all look for. without touching the sides. not getting us to the edge of anything. But how can you leap, if you are afraid of the edges? Continue reading Leaps – #27 of 365 Poems
Some get it without having it even a bit. Some have it all, but choose to throw it away. Once you should put both these people in a room. ask them to talk about the most important things in their life. also about the important times in their life. of how the world looks through their windows. if they keep their doors open. Do they … Continue reading Knock on it – #26 of 365 Poems
Count a few specks of love from other people’s life. fill them in bottles of your own life. take a few of your love, and hand it over to others to live on. Then you can be free. Count the stars on a night when the clouds decide to take off to go home. And go sleep on the porch for just one night. When … Continue reading To Marvel – #25 of 365 Poems
What would you be when you grow up? a question even the middle aged should ask. Grow to where? I am grown… Really? If you never allow the kid in you to die that question will ring in your head probably even on the day you die. What would you be when you grow up? Age is a symbol. Right but just a symbol; of … Continue reading Growing Up – #24 of 365 Poems
Let the brilliant snow paved mornings run a bit late. there are no classes this afternoon; And before evening is born. we will mate with the night. Can’t they say how long it takes, for a day to really be a day like any other. or be special like nothing that will ever be. how long does it really take. The small shop adorned with … Continue reading Glimpses – #23 of 365 Poems
The artistry of the chef’s knife hunting through the table. Some bubbling in pots large and small Some ready to be devoid of its existence transforming from beauty to tasty. It is all hidden in the artistry of the chef’s knife; that is where it all starts. masterfully chopped sliced and diced. red, yellow, white, green. Oh! those colors mixed and merged and modified. Those … Continue reading Meaningful Cuts – #22 of 365 Poems
A poem tells him to step down. From a dream he has built over the clouds. A cloud from which he has snatched a baby face. A sky from where he threw a net on all the earth. The poem tells him to step down from the dream. Dreams tell other people how the world works. You start hating dreams when you know everything. When … Continue reading Step Down – #21 of 365 Poems
Vinod Narayan 