Siblings, connected by parents Cousins, connected by blood Friends, connected by fate Life made complete by all three Now years after knowing each one The difference seems so absurd They are all one and the same A shower when drought hits my life The sign of light when lost in the dark Every moment has their signature on it Continue reading Siblings, Cousins & Friends
Spilled Milk yesterday Reminded eternal loss Broken glass today Resembles broken heart Try again tomorrow Continue reading Try Again
People with more Always the most miserable People with less Think others are Happy Equally miserable Continue reading People
Love forbidden Tried a million times Always caught Cautioned every single time Still tempting Continue reading Forbidden Love
Bury them today So tomorrow will be new Tear into pieces So new ones can be taken memories & photos Continue reading Memories
Love, always fair Worth every single share Always there For you my dear I truly care Continue reading I Care
In the wild the young, old and aged covered in mud chained hands, and bloodied head still not dead Continue reading The Wild – Gogyokha
Rain drops Racing with sun’s rays Falls on my forehead I see them in the sunlight Who wins? NOte: This is a Gogyōka (五行歌: literally, “Five line poem”) (commonly spelled Gogyohka in English) is a form of Japanese poetry pioneered by Enta Kusakabe in the 1950s in his quest to find freedom from the restraints of tanka poetry.[1] Continue reading Who Wins? – a Gogyohka
Shout at it; get angry, the world deserves it Raise your eyebrows till they notice you Do good till they drop doing bad Don’t let them say you are too old And don’t let them say you are too young You are always young and old enough To lead the world and bring the change Shout at it; get angry, the world deserves it Shout … Continue reading Shout at it; Get angry, the world deserves it
He picked it up from the floor it lay Looked straight into its beaten face That still bore marks of its broken past He said to all “This is finished, find a new one” Born to wander in the open wild It was caught and caged by clogged minds They flogged and bruised the life in it Till it appeared born again and half dead … Continue reading Echoes of Captivity
Vinod Narayan 