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
Cold Winter – #43 of 365 Poems
Cold winters when dust is heavy with morning Dew. When you wait for sunlight peer through your old curtain folds. When you have a kettle that does not blow but gives out a forgotten hiss. You search for who is in your bed and find that you are alone. Are all cold winters same way? heavy, dark, forgotten and alone? Or may be it is … Continue reading Cold Winter – #43 of 365 Poems
Seasons – #42 of 365 Poems
The winter sky trembles as the gunshots tick off the dead column in little children’s incomplete resume. Last Summer, who knew there will be people who wished they knew; because summers are open wide and wild. Some keep the doors open whole day. Some move the calling bell to where kids can reach them. Some move the curtains and look through the window. May be … Continue reading Seasons – #42 of 365 Poems
Images of Nothing – #41 of 365 Poems
The river sliding down the hill, taking with it many branches and roots and the trees seem to also follow. On a log sliding down the water, there was a dog. Well that’s what it looks from far here. But it could well be a monkey, or even a kid, left alone. We all have seen ourself in that situation. sometimes we are the log. … Continue reading Images of Nothing – #41 of 365 Poems
Dog Barks – #40 of 365 Poems
Someone asks a dog if it can bark in silence. The dog is silent. They ask again and the dog does not answer. They call many people and ask again. The whole city comes together. They ask in different languages. Some even bark and ask. Finally the priest comes and he looks up to the heavens, then closes is eyes. He says “the dog does … Continue reading Dog Barks – #40 of 365 Poems
Vinod Narayan 