When words are born premature… converted to images not still but moving.. moving images… Somewhere in that journey we lose ourself.. But today… this one day NO.. this whole month… We need to get back to ourself for we can feel ourself alone… in an empty vessel.. we need words to fill it up with Some lives are like that.. they lose the meaning when … Continue reading Poetry #1 – Welcoming National Poetry Month 2019
On a typical hot summer day, when sweat pores become way too generous As the blanket lies in the corner shaped like a canine waiting for its master’s love you see the bare body you adore and think just about making love and you say to yourself “Sweat, you make it all beautiful You give it that extra push Sweat, you make love making happen happen in its … Continue reading Advice On Love Making – Poem 16 – National Poetry Month
Have you ever read a sentence? Well surely you have But I mean have you read it backwards? The possibility is you have at least tried it once Why do we do that? Have you closed your eyes? Of course you have But have you closed your eyes and tried to do things Like have you tried to act like you were blind? Why do we do … Continue reading Why do we do that? Poem#11 National Poetry Month
Does life take us or do we take life with us since we and life and not independent we cannot take life with us but then life cannot take us with it either Life and we are one and the same people have been trying to explain Life ever since they figured out two things One; that they can think Two; that they can confuse themselves … Continue reading Is that how we Evolve? Poem#10 National Poetry Month
The drunk knew so much He would drink every day afternoon all the way till midnight He had to forget everything he knew because he never trusted the night. With the night, with every moment of sleep all his knowledge came back…. Even the nightmares turned into huge Volumes of encyclopedia that would play tricks with his memories like they were some rainbow colored billiard … Continue reading The Drunk – Poem#2 – National Poetry Month 2015
“Writing a poetry is much like giving birth” said a poet “but delivery is not that painful” said another one. “I can still feel the pain of the countless still births that hang on to me” said a third person who had some hesitation in claiming to be a poet “My still born poems come at night and call me they ask me to call … Continue reading The Three Poets – Poem #1 – National Poetry Month 2015
Vinod Narayan 