Standing outside looking at the tall apartment complexes at night… the windows give you a peek into life… some are open waiting for hope to move in and others for despair to move out… some show lit rooms with lives filled with sleepless nights… Some broken in recession pressures await a magical fix… Curled up bodies behind closed windows might have the bottled aroma of … Continue reading Window Views
My shadow once spoke to me in a very demanding voice asked me to be good…. In the world of shadows I have a bad name…. it said My affairs are so bad that it covers its face in shame when others call it by my name…. I need to own up… it said I looked at it… did not reply got inside my house, … Continue reading Shadow
Some names have so much in it Unwanted meanings stuffed into it Fragments of history filled in it Faces of people attached to it A story to be told every time someone calls out Some names have so much in it Bearing them itself can be a burden Continue reading Names
What I have left in my memories is an abstract obscenity of you… and what I gained by trying to forget you is a clear conscience Continue reading For Failed Lovers
I was amused by a thought But they said don’t think much because some amusements can turn tragic and before you know the world rejoices on your tragedy Continue reading Amused
Life is not dead within the smothered moment…. It is born… and you can feel it as every moment dies… Continue reading Untitled Poem
There are childhoods snatched and flung into unknown futures And there are men and women still searching for them.. Continue reading Childhoods
Behind every bud that failed to blossom there are untold stories Not stories of failure but of painful innocence blended in moments of anguish stories of struggles that faded before victories stories of survival that could not journey into life even stories where cuteness murdered purity before it could turn into beauty… There are stories behind every bud that failed to blossom… Continue reading Stories
From open cages some birds don’t fly out they fear… they fear the cages closing behind them… they fear getting left out… The question is How many of us are caged in open cages, fearing freedoms unknown to us till now… Continue reading Open Cages
On that busy station I have waited years and years missing the same train over and over again… Finally when I board nothing is new… it is filled with the same people who were beside me in the station platform waiting… the people in the train had all got down when I boarded… Was it the train I was waiting or someone in it… Someone … Continue reading The Wait
Vinod Narayan 