The drunk knew so much He would drink every day afternoon all the way till midnight He had to forget everything he knew because he never trusted the night. With the night, with every moment of sleep all his knowledge came back…. Even the nightmares turned into huge Volumes of encyclopedia that would play tricks with his memories like they were some rainbow colored billiard … Continue reading The Drunk – Poem#2 – National Poetry Month 2015
“Writing a poetry is much like giving birth” said a poet “but delivery is not that painful” said another one. “I can still feel the pain of the countless still births that hang on to me” said a third person who had some hesitation in claiming to be a poet “My still born poems come at night and call me they ask me to call … Continue reading The Three Poets – Poem #1 – National Poetry Month 2015
April is coming so is the National Poetry Month. Since 1996 The Academy of American poets have been celebrating the National Poetry Month to increase awareness and appreciation of Poetry. I don’t remember doing any project on this occasion before, but this year I am planning to do a ‘poem a day’ Project. I recently did a 30 day ‘Love Haiku’ project that went quiet … Continue reading National Poetry Month – The ‘Poem a Day’ Project
Why should the summer fry the eggs for you for free? What did you do this winter to ask for such a thing? what were you thinking when you held her hands and walked out at night lying to her that it will rain. As the broken umbrella waited in the garage corner hoping that you will run back to it, grab it and carry … Continue reading Summer Fried Eggs
You have to be aware that there are heights from which every dream has to fall and shatter…. that they wake up nights from its long lonely sleeps that days always wait hidden in dark even during the night your job is just to be aware to be aware that time wanders at its own pace with no real direction or choice but yes if … Continue reading Only on your own terms
“What do you want to be…?” The teacher threw the question kindergartners you know them eagerly waiting for recess “eh?” said some.. fearing time will stop now sometimes the recess looks so far away But a few were excited some even forgot about the recess “Policeman!” “Soldier!” fireman!” shouted many.. “Doctor!” “soccer player!” Shouted others One shouted “Super Hero! and Father!” “Mother!” “Sister!” “Brother! Came … Continue reading The Garbage Truck Driver
I do not use poetry to dilute the mix of humanity but I write so it can flow , uninterrupted even into the dark corners of my existence and move us all to be considerate…. But my command in poetry in how I can align words is not that good and most times they fail flat on the paper, dismembering me from my thoughts and disfiguring … Continue reading Tattered Pieces of Poetry
Sometimes the fire smells of flesh when it is not that hot I guess when it has gotten bored of burning, as it crackles alone in a corner of our weird perspectives of world most fires… no almost all fires they smell of flesh sometimes… or maybe all times.. I don’t know… maybe… maybe one has to burn to find out… -Vinod- Continue reading Smell of Flesh
I have wandered into places from where dreams seem so far away even if they have to catch up with reality they would look like loud screams that go on echoing itself into eternity Life ahead can look green, orange, coffee color and sometimes plain black and white with pink dots on them.. you can only see the pick dots on the white in the black they … Continue reading Unlock what is left
If your belief makes you kill, then it is high time you change it it is wrong. Who the Fuck are you? You have to look deep inside you find who you are and Why are you not a Human anymore? Why do you hate? If your belief makes you kill, then it is high time you change it Who the Fuck are you? How … Continue reading Who the Fuck are you?
Vinod Narayan 