The color of light bewilders the night in many…. in some it even frightens the night out of them….. for a few life is lost somewhere in that moment just before the clock clicks to dawn…. For some others the night is so long that every piece of light folds itself a thousand times and slowly spreads inside across a life time finally brightening up … Continue reading The Poem of Lights
Laptops don’t care….. They just walk out on you easily… they are not as committed as desktops may be because they are mobile; they get to explore the world and wither You hold them in your lap always you feel their heat in your groin every night when you hit the bed…..; yet Laptops don’t care about you, they don’t give a damn…. They just … Continue reading Laptops (A stupid Poem)
I speak of mountains, like they just came up yesterday; that I have had the experience to see the world from at top one of it… like climbing these should take a lifetime spent on understanding that your morality is not the needle with which I stitch my sins I speak of mountains like they used to be under the ocean that I have been … Continue reading Speaking of Mountains
My dear friend Novex expressed ‘Psychedelia’ with his untamed brush strokes; He then committed the gravest of crimes a crime only committed by those who share the same brutal madness He tagged me in it….. I looked at it for more than a minute, felt something trying to jump out of me…. I forced it in so it could get stronger and then I let … Continue reading The Shades I see – Inspired by Novex’s Mad Brush with Life
Bottles with a variety of nectar stacked somewhere in life, all from your floral conquests in distant lands…. When you ever sit, thinking free breaking your own bottled self; ask yourself… “Did I during my conquests fail to see the bees that buzzed in vain because of my existence….” Just ask that question; don’t answer, answers don’t matter because only questions push life forward….. -Vinod- Continue reading Floral Conquests
Stop searching… your shoes have walked in different directions leaving your naked feet, alone under the sky. There is a cloud contemplating about taking the shape of a shoe; but not of any use to you I guess The man without legs also seem to sympathize with your plight, probably because he cannot share anything with you. Talk to your feet in the language of … Continue reading Bare, Free, Pretty
I know that there would be a night sometime in a summer, when I will keep my windows open…. and that night my dreams will wander out and the wind that closes my windows will take it under its wings….. The moon will stand watching this kidnap in moonlight; The skies will stretch to eternity like on any other night and the stars will blink … Continue reading Kidnap in Moonlight
Sometimes I feel that one should get lost to an unknown….. because finding meaning, can be such a long journey…. so long that the breathe can get short and silent….. Sometimes I feel that one should get lost to an unknown….. because everything you know can be lost before you know…. and all you will have is an unknown….. staring back at you, faceless, powerless… … Continue reading Just being Human
Betrayed by every sense but taken under its wings by the sense of love….. fighting with a senseless world that is unable to pardon these simple mistakes….. abnormalities that grew out of proportion and now get cursed as a norm….. In a sky where the whole lonely space mystically disappears, one star seems to have figured it all out, just fine… And I am the … Continue reading The Sense of Love
A poem that touches the virgin chords of human yearning… Something that urges the humanness in people to scale up to a higher level; Something that demands them to be unapologetic for being truthful… Even if that means walking the crowded paths of life like a lone bulldozer…. A poem that will let them think honestly from all perspectives of the world they live, and … Continue reading My Dream
Vinod Narayan 