I love it because it is as it is I have loved it because it is as it is and I will love it because it is as it is So why do I love? I love it because It gives me a purpose to live a reason to not change myself a need to do more than I can do to push the envelope … Continue reading I love it – National Poetry Month – Day11
From somewhere in life an arrow is shot And if you are not living in the present It will tear you apart and move on Not once but over and over again There is no escape till you decide that the present is all you got the past is lost and not to be gained the future all depends on the present Now it is … Continue reading All about Present – National Poetry Month – Day10
One day the traffic lights got tired day and night blinking like idiots enough is enough they decided to quit The red, green and yellow all three got down the post and crossed the road They knew who moves and who stays together they could make traffic stop, slow or race through life Well that’s all when they are on a post part of a bigger scheme blinking … Continue reading Traffic Lights Dreaming – National Poetry Month-Day9
Nazimuddin Samad was a secular blogger who was hacked to death by religious fanatics in Bangladesh. The latest victim of Islamic fanaticism in Bangladesh. Today on National Poetry Month Day #8 the theme is ‘Fighting Religious Intolerance. I dedicate this post to all secular bloggers killed by religious madmen in Bangladesh; Asif Mohiuddin, Ahmed Rajib Haider, Sunnyur Rahaman, Shafiul Islam, Avijit Roy, Oyasiqur Rhaman, Ananta … Continue reading Long Live Free Thought – National Poetry Month – Day8
Small hands blackened with oil and dirt pushing a small tray under a car as the playground screamed in joy of little ones playing cricket and soccer His sweaty face witnesses a smile a censored childhood jumps out winning over his tired alertness Oil is lifeless not like kids; and it does not care for trays or their position beneath they just flow… A slap from a heartless adult … Continue reading Kid On Car – National Poetry Month 2016 – Day7
A shade, a pavement, a cart, a cardboard, a slice of any obvious nothingness a life moved away from where it began continuing to move in search of one A sense of silence to memories invading the mind to images walking unnoticed, and all repeating day after day Every passing apathy faces the same inescapable reality silently screaming from a torn poster Today me; who … Continue reading The inescapable Reality – National Poetry Month – Day 6
Winston Moseley died; He was 81 On March 28th, last week, after 52 years in incarceration Who was Winston Moseley? Moseley was the guy who stabbed to death 28 year old Kitty Genovese Why is this worth mentioning? well he did it as they say when 38 pairs of ears heard the crime happen the cries as it runined their sleep But not a finger … Continue reading The Bystander Effect – National Poetry Month 2016
A land you know to a land you do not know struggles to reach and then struggles to survive to be born, adopted, reborn and on and on it goes what did you set out to gain? dreams that redefined in the wake of realities? dreams to be achieved in one life time, but some passed over through generations who are you? they ask where … Continue reading The Greatness of being Open – National Poetry Month 2016 #4
Tell me about a war where there were no loses Where Babies laughed through the entire show A war that did not make widows and orphans A war that did not reduce the population Where innocents did not die, and the term collateral Damage was not used Find one single war, and please refer me to that one Where people were not displaced Where beautiful … Continue reading Bullies With Bullets – National Poetry Month 2016 #3
Dad, what is a Color? Son, It is something that you can see feel, experience…. Something that exists Is Black a Color? And what about brown? Isn’t Rainbow having all the colors? Yes it does son; Is white a color dad? Or is it the lack of any color? What do you think son? Dad I think it is a color it just does not … Continue reading We are all colored – National Poetry Month 2016 #2
Vinod Narayan 