Happy Mother’s day
She tells you that you can be…. No….. she tells you that you are….. —a star—– and you believe, but… more than you, she believes… she believes in you… in her belief she strives…. day and night weeks, months, years and…. and, you become one a star a light a spec a tiny bit you shine… you are a star because she is a mother … Continue reading Happy Mother’s day
Review of my National Poetry Month activities in 2018
Thought of doing a quick review of my Poetry month activities in 2018. This year I did two projects. One to write a poem in English everyday and the other was to do the translation of an international poet’s poem to my native language ‘Malayalam’. The English Poems started with a poem called ‘Today I write’ and ended with the poem ‘The End’. In between … Continue reading Review of my National Poetry Month activities in 2018
How much does your meeting cost you?
At work we all sit in meetings most of the days. We sit in both effective meetings and ineffective meetings. We sit in well planned and totally unplanned chaotic ones. We sit in meetings that have a clear outcome and we sit in those that just act as a primer for another longer one with more people which in turn acts as a primer for … Continue reading How much does your meeting cost you?
30/30 | The End | National Poetry Month 2018
Everything ends in some way some finish with a thud some defeat in silence some culminate in a smile Some attain completion in half dead poses Some wrap up before time Some have been winding up for eternity Some wait for the curtain to be dropped some face annihilation Some are ruined beyond resurrection Some hit the end of the road and walk back Some … Continue reading 30/30 | The End | National Poetry Month 2018
29/30 | Mirroring cries | National Poetry Month 2018
I let the mountains cry rain, through the eyes of the sky. the earth wash its face so the, plants can wake up. I too cry… I tell a story to a flower, the flower sings to the thorn as the thorn cries from pain. the river flows like tears on the earth’s face. A face known to me since I remember, tells me that … Continue reading 29/30 | Mirroring cries | National Poetry Month 2018
28/30 | a song to listen | National Poetry Month 2018
a friendship takes a burial ground to resurrect corpses a funeral spreads pamphlets to celebrate life an accidental meeting gives meaning to the mind and somewhere an unnamed ceremony is winding to an end maybe today the wind will bring me a song to listen Continue reading 28/30 | a song to listen | National Poetry Month 2018
27/30 | Workout Work-in Poem | National Poetry Month 2018
Today there will be more sweat in every repetition in every squat, in every pushup every Burpee will be an eternity long There is no drop of sweat – that will taste sweet or may be they are sweet, we just don’t taste it.. The dumbbells will feel loved and the kettle ball will whistle I won’t let the bench presses go to bed nor … Continue reading 27/30 | Workout Work-in Poem | National Poetry Month 2018
26/30 | Changing the Past | National Poetry Month 2018
Yesterday.. I could not write a poetry and today I realized. I am on a daily poetry campaign one poem a day… But technology has given us the power to write today and post it as it was yesterday… Much like the power to change the current past to a past we want people to know.. we want us to be known. But what happens … Continue reading 26/30 | Changing the Past | National Poetry Month 2018
25/30 | A Journey | National Poetry Month 2018
I have shouted my lungs for toys I don’t need, but kept silent when I fell I have worried the rain might ruin – the play in the evening, but remained awake at night just to hear a drizzle. I have walked long distances with different people, only to be back to where I started. I have to remember before I start, that every journey … Continue reading 25/30 | A Journey | National Poetry Month 2018
24/30 | To My College Days | National Poetry Month 2018
Today I had to walk back a bit…. I had to write a bit about my college days.. I had to walk back almost 29 years… and… then do a fast forward.. through the 4 years from 1989 to 1993 Most of my memory is intact.. faces, voices, places, politics, teachers, classes, friends classes… yes.. .even if I had found life a lot outside It … Continue reading 24/30 | To My College Days | National Poetry Month 2018
Vinod Narayan 