Knife
I don’t care what knife you use Carving, Kitchen or Rampuri I don’t care if it belongs to the chef or the butcher.. I promise I will be impartial Will give you blood in the same honest red color…. Continue reading Knife
Category: Poetry
What she should tell him
Look into his eyes and say…. “Don’t ask me why…. never…. because you have no idea you can never fathom years of anguish burdened with smiles silently wrapping the unacknowledged dutifulness and blind stares at all the overflowing love the habit of insignificance nameless, faceless, emotionless nights and days that don’t end giving… caring and serving and yet not enough….” Take a Pause because he … Continue reading What she should tell him
Lullabies they hear and don’t
There are lullabies that are heard from far away Lullabies that once soothed the whole world but are now born silent everyday… There are Lullabies that are cut short by bullets and swords Lullabies that fall and evaporate on the deaf ears of guilty lords Lullabies that could never stop the cries because they were not rich enough to pay the price Lullabies that were … Continue reading Lullabies they hear and don’t
Satnam
It is going to be a year the world has probably forgotten his name meant the name of truth and his quest to find it finally succumbed to unkind reality…. too brutal… too young.. too early accused by divinity imprisoned by authority charged with insanity he died with an unanswered inquiry where is our humanity…? where is our humanity…? Do you remember him…? Satnam Singh…. … Continue reading Satnam
To Warmongers Everywhere
He looked at them as they ate their food “To get the real taste of your food you should see the dirt covering my hands and feet” he said… They looked at him hands and feet covered in blood He pointed east and continued…. I use to farm all over there Now I don’t… They don’t grow crops there anymore they plant toy guns so … Continue reading To Warmongers Everywhere
The Bleeding Wind….
It was like any day; like anytime before but not for the wind that brushed past me…. that acquaintance of a forgotten agony the heat beneath all expected coolness the feeling of being hurt by time… and exposed to hidden sobs I looked around… maybe I could help it brushed past me again but this time with a scent of blood the wind bleeding…? the … Continue reading The Bleeding Wind….
The Intoxicated Road
I walked sober on that intoxicated road that took every traveller through its crooked, twisted, askew pathways reaching every unknown destination…. I stopped at a tavern to learn its history… And I heard a long forgotten lullaby I was stopped by a masked guard; I removed his mask; he was faceless…. but he had a smile.. A smile I traced back to my past Inside … Continue reading The Intoxicated Road
The Night
Centuries of day when crammed into a single night it was like a thousand stars shining for eternity but time was confused all those coming together atrocities, lies, brutal insights into man’s incompetent self being the fabricated stories of divinity progress, morality, love.. it was just too much to handle it fell apart, stopped, moved moaned and finally went still Time the eternal truth was … Continue reading The Night
Where did you bury our freedom of speech?
Where did you bury our freedom of speech? Poets, artists, singers… they all hear a question inside them…. on whose side are you..? on whose side are you..? and they answer…. their poems, songs, plays, documentaries… they voice against atrocities, casteism, inequality, farmer suicides, Malnutrition corruption, female infanticide… They demand women be educated, be liberated… be free Where did you bury our freedom of speech? they … Continue reading Where did you bury our freedom of speech?
It is always about
It is always about a doubt bringing essence to every clarity It is always about a fear that you unknowingly overcome It is always about a music that you need to tune into It is always about a friend that you need to find Believe.. there is always love as long as you are open It is always about a chance that you missed yesterday … Continue reading It is always about
Vinod Narayan 