I don’t agree with anyone 100% I always have issues with everyone. Which also means I agree with everyone on something or the other The problem though is people are more interested in my disagreements ‘disagreements go viral’ but agreements sleep in forced insignificance I Agree -Vinod- Continue reading I Agree #65 of 365 Poems
Don’t let a day’s piece fly by you un-noticed. When you feel like the rails travelling together, but never touching; know that the deep forest it leads to is full of life You are not inside the tunnels. you are the light Move…… Continue reading Forest Rails #64 of 365 Poems
today I give my night a subtle message behind a plastic glass of brandy i whisper ‘be good; the world is changing’ but night beckons I go to sleep and not worry about matters I know nothing of… i try to repeat but the clock has moved to a new day and night gets stronger unlike any day I gulp a few and fill in … Continue reading Night Byes #63 of 365 Poems
she filled his sorrows in a few shopping bags and asked for one extra to take home; and walked alone in the rain, drops dripping from the bags that only I knew…. even she was not aware. the bag had a tear and dripping were tears… tears of sold out sorrows. I walked behind her and continued to, till eternity closed on us -Vinod- Continue reading Shopping Bags #61 of 365 Poems
I have seen you look at the footprints that my shadow leaves in the dark. You thought I will never notice but I see better when the lights are out. I too have had my fair share of acquaintance with that symphony of dark. Those exact notes on which the sun weeps on the demise of some distant star. But then I don’t know what … Continue reading A night’s symphony #60 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
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
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
A brief period of remorseful uneasiness; But then it vanishes, as if everything you have done till now was perfect. Planned and executed flawlessly, as if life is something you read out of a book, And then you run till another brief moment comes again a remorseful uneasiness hovers. We will all one day leave for the woods, where the shadows don’t fall on fallen … Continue reading Remorseful Uneasiness – #52 of 365 Poems
I don’t write life with a pen. I do it with a strangeness dripping from the eyes of people I know. Some call it tears. I don’t coverup love with blankets. I cover it with a smile torn from a past moment in time. Some call it Youth. I don’t feel the pain with my hands. I feel it with a fear I know I … Continue reading Spiraling Insanity #51 of 365 Poems
Vinod Narayan 