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
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
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
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
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 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
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
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
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
The desk where I sit has just a lamp now; under which at night I used to scribble. The waste basket next to my desk still has – a whole lot of crumbled sheets on which I had scribbled. The window next to the desk – from where I could see people walking in the fields. That is broken. And now you can see people … Continue reading The Fields – #36 of 365 Poems
Vinod Narayan 