The Ball in your Backyard #50 of 365 Poems
A ball of bold imaginations filled up. just ready to be kicked into space, has been lying in the backyard. un-noticed. Don’t blame the legs that walked away, instead of kicking it. The world has been kicking the butt- that those legs carried around. Don’t blame the world. because… it’s job is to kick asses. with fury, with love and with gentle deceit. The legs … Continue reading The Ball in your Backyard #50 of 365 Poems
Respecting a woman is more important than being able to say who your Father is
There are many who make fun of the Father’s day celebrations and here is one picture that is floating on the internet.. and here is my answer to those morons who share it. I think my fatherhood can only be confirmed by the mother of my kids. Just like that our Father’s identity can only be confirmed by our mothers. And if they change the … Continue reading Respecting a woman is more important than being able to say who your Father is
Walking in your Dad’s Shoes #49 of 365 Poems
Walking in your dad’s shoes It starts with wearing his shoes; and walking around in the house. Then your feet grow, bigger than your dad’s. Your tastes change, your dislikes shape up. you like a shoe, not because it is dad’s; but because it is yours. You leave your dad’s shoe and find your own. You leave an old man waving behind. Then you become … Continue reading Walking in your Dad’s Shoes #49 of 365 Poems
The Imagery of a Moment #48 of 365 Poems
A moment trying to make a meaning during a pause. A pause losing its mind grappling the silence it should be. A small kid rewinding her life like she knows what childhood can be when you grow up. A middle aged guy looking at both sides and ahead to see where time is shifting. A dog sits in the house and peeps through the window … Continue reading The Imagery of a Moment #48 of 365 Poems
When I was young I could remember anything, whether it happened or not
It is said that memory fades when people age. As human beings we have a unique ability to forget even without age. As life takes us through the circumference of the globe some of us tend to forget people and events. Sometimes these are the same people and events that made us who we are, things that contributed to shaping us and our thinking. Mark Twain … Continue reading When I was young I could remember anything, whether it happened or not
Walk The Clock – #47 of 365 Poems
I walked past 2 PM on a stopped Clocked, I hung for just over 5 minutes at the 12 mark. and then walked towards the number 2. I know the clock has stopped. But I still had some hope, that the minutes needle would move… just a bit. I am not sure why I should hoped for that. When I know I can walk past time. … Continue reading Walk The Clock – #47 of 365 Poems
Rivers that Boil Dreams #46 of 365 Poems
There are rivers that boil dreams. I did not believe at first, till I went there. It was fine when I took the first dip. On the second dip I could hear a grumble. I saw the bubbles rise up. My friends laughed out loud, thinking that was me fart. I could have but this was not me. It was the river. I saw it … Continue reading Rivers that Boil Dreams #46 of 365 Poems
More than being taught new things; We should be reminded of what we already know
About 20+ years ago as a 20 something young entrepreneur in Bangalore, India; I attended a year long program by Crestcom International (I only did 6 months). It was two full day sessions every month that cost us almost 16000 Indian Rupees for the entire Year. And 16K was a lot of money in India that time. In the huge auditorium of some Five Star … Continue reading More than being taught new things; We should be reminded of what we already know
Fetish – #45 of 365 Poems
Paved roadways have been my fetish. They feel naked for most of the day, tires rolling over them, it kind of heats up, amazing curves and bends, alleys you have no idea what you will find. They will fine you if you litter; it is both safe and scary at the same time. you can fall on it and then get up, you could even … Continue reading Fetish – #45 of 365 Poems
Fat Questions – #44 of 365 Poems
The questions seem to be hanging on my eyelids. A sleep would be the answer to each and every one of them. I take one of them and try to stay awake, but they are so heavy that they pain my eyes a lot. May be I should give an answer that will lighten the mood. just like what we write in exams, when we … Continue reading Fat Questions – #44 of 365 Poems
Vinod Narayan 