The fog
The morning fog always seem to hide some big secrets and lot of unknowns but….. as the day grows… what is revealed is much the same as what was yesterday……yet it is always a new day….:) Continue reading The fog
Category: Poetry
Keep Writing
If the ink fails to paint the words Our minds will give up the hope that – One day it can also speak on the paper so don’t stop….Keep Writing….:) Continue reading Keep Writing
You will be Guilty….
The cries you hear No you are not guilty.. Not yet…. But covering your ears…? Yes I know…Those cries…. Those distant cries Yes! they are coming near No you are not guilty now Not yet…But…. Don’t shut your eyes Don’t cover your ears Open up, listen, respond Tell them you care… Just that you care…. That you acknowledge…. That it is not fair…. That you … Continue reading You will be Guilty….
Questions for August 15th
Another August 15th Another Independence Day…. Another set of questions……. what is patriotism…? How should one celebrate…? Unable to stand corruption, wrong doings and cowardice in the ranks of power Should we wrap ourself up in the tricolor National flag And for the love for our country that bubbles inside us….. Should we cry out loud……. Sing the National Anthem….. and be at peace! May … Continue reading Questions for August 15th
Sunken Eyes
In those sunken eyes I can clearly see the signs of betrayal- screaming out… the horror of the ordeal.. the open, the shut, the tear washed- the sunken eyes of every victim… Beware……..they can still see…. You imbeciles…you betrayers of the world… Beware!! Those eyes…those open, those shut, those tear washed sunken eyes…. The victims you betrayed.. they can still see…. And they will find … Continue reading Sunken Eyes
Write about silence
Silence is the first word that comes to mind When I sit to write a poem But when you can’t move beyond silence Life feels miserable… But that is a good start…. Because…. in that inability to write anything New thoughts spring up…. You strike out the word ‘silence’ and wait for something new to write… But silence shouts back at you…. ’your poem is … Continue reading Write about silence
Come In My Dreams
There you are…… And I have been searching… looking for you in all my dreams. but don’t you come anymore? I promise…. I will dream love and places you would love to visit I will dream of the rain on a summer night I will dream of sunshines painting the sky I promise…. I will dream of the beach with its golden sand and we … Continue reading Come In My Dreams
Give Me…Pour into me…
Give me a poem that Even the mute can recite Sing me a song that Even the deaf can hear Show me a Vision that Even the blind can witness Pour me some poison that Can make my dead senses alive again…alive again…. Continue reading Give Me…Pour into me…
The Story..
“What is your story? How can I help you?” I looked into her eyes and asked “No one heard me cry when I was born” She said looking back at me “I was born amidst the sound of Gunshots And people were running for cover” I looked at her not knowing what to say And she continued because I had asked her story “Today after … Continue reading The Story..
Are we among them…?
When souls blinded by greed crawl into the wretchedness of the dark night, murdering morality in the pretense of society, profiting without remorse on corruption and ignorance; A few souls stand guard as the last evident signs of ethics, civic responsibility and societal obligation in our world The question is Are we one among them…? Continue reading Are we among them…?
Vinod Narayan 