Looking forward for a Monday at Work
Last week a question started bothering me. Do people really hate Mondays? We all have seen people who on a Monday and on the same Friday look like they are not even related to each other. They appear and act as if they are two different people. Most of us might not see them on a Sunday evening to know if there is a third … Continue reading Looking forward for a Monday at Work
Do You want to Share My Bed? #59 of 365 Poems
Why do you get angry when I ask you to share my bed. you don’t know me you don’t know where I live you don’t even know how I look yet you have that image of someone naked lying next to you you think of my embrace and you are disgusted why? you don’t even know how my bed looks you don’t know if I … Continue reading Do You want to Share My Bed? #59 of 365 Poems
The Big Kahuna Final Monologue Text and Video
I always think about The Big Kahuna and this final monologue…… Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you … Continue reading The Big Kahuna Final Monologue Text and Video
The Sweat-washed Skin of Love #58 of 365 Poems
The first time I saw you as you walked pass my milky way drenched in an ocean covered evening, I left my blue laden skies open with waves rising up in the shape of clouds and I let the star fishes swim in my stillness. I have wondered many a time after that day. like I have seen every single part of you since then … Continue reading The Sweat-washed Skin of Love #58 of 365 Poems
Independence And Freedom #57 of 365 Poems
Independence, Freedom and the power to choose; Everyone deserves it. My freedom should never deny you, your Independence; And that depends purely on my choices. I am a Free man; I think so. And so, I have responsibilities; I am responsible for my choices. My choices today has its ramifications. It can effect the freedom and Independence of others, today and tomorrow. My choices can … Continue reading Independence And Freedom #57 of 365 Poems
A Meat Loving Non Garden guy’s first Vegetable Garden
I have never been a Garden guy. Nor much of a vegetable Guy. I mean I am very far from the word ‘ vegetarian’. To be honest I hate the job of watering plants. But they say try doing something you don’t really like and may be you will learn something new about life and about yourself. So a few weeks back I started planting … Continue reading A Meat Loving Non Garden guy’s first Vegetable Garden
Wounded World and Revolting Words #56 of 365 Poems
Wounded worlds need words, long, short, conjoined, meaningful words. Words that become something new, when uttered with an emotion. Wounded words also fill sentences describing the worlds we live in. Even words misplaced in the right sentences seem too normal now. Words that exist just for Correctness so world can slip into another day I love words, don’t get me wrong but they are also … Continue reading Wounded World and Revolting Words #56 of 365 Poems
A shot of the blood in our News #55 of 365 Poems
There is not a day that passes without blood splashing on the world news. It has become a norm, and the morning Breakfast smells of raw flesh. Every single news, acts as a verdict on me. Asking me to count the deaths that my silence has fed on. Oh! not just mine, even yours. Did you know that our silence, suffocates even people we do … Continue reading A shot of the blood in our News #55 of 365 Poems
The Mayor #54 of 365 Poems
That drunken bottle brink Maverick; Who, some called ‘The Mayor’. In a Town in the middle of nowhere, a nowhere with a bustling past He sat in an old wooden chair with brandy in a tin cup. The rush from past always crowded the streets in his half awake memories. ‘Mayor’, they say as they pass him Mayor of deserted dreams searching for their way … Continue reading The Mayor #54 of 365 Poems
My World of Bookmarks #53 of 365 Poems
There is a big heap of books on a side table on my left side; Each book with a different kind of bookmark There are Bookmarks with pictures of my kids Bought during the annual picture day, where you take the best deal and end up with different types of your kid’s same pictures. And you can never throw them, The Dilemma of parents. There … Continue reading My World of Bookmarks #53 of 365 Poems
Vinod Narayan 