Everything ends in some way some finish with a thud some defeat in silence some culminate in a smile Some attain completion in half dead poses Some wrap up before time Some have been winding up for eternity Some wait for the curtain to be dropped some face annihilation Some are ruined beyond resurrection Some hit the end of the road and walk back Some … Continue reading 30/30 | The End | National Poetry Month 2018
I have shouted my lungs for toys I don’t need, but kept silent when I fell I have worried the rain might ruin – the play in the evening, but remained awake at night just to hear a drizzle. I have walked long distances with different people, only to be back to where I started. I have to remember before I start, that every journey … Continue reading 25/30 | A Journey | National Poetry Month 2018
Today I had to walk back a bit…. I had to write a bit about my college days.. I had to walk back almost 29 years… and… then do a fast forward.. through the 4 years from 1989 to 1993 Most of my memory is intact.. faces, voices, places, politics, teachers, classes, friends classes… yes.. .even if I had found life a lot outside It … Continue reading 24/30 | To My College Days | National Poetry Month 2018
Running as the snow falls… Breaking like the rain drops Walking in the shadow of a muscle Having memories buried under the bridge We treat death like a lie…. A smile in the pocket that will jump out…. What will you put in empty pockets? Dominos falling like they have a purpose… You wake up like you have nothing better to do.. Today the world … Continue reading 23/30 | Choice | National Poetry Month 2018
You remember only one face, and it has been a while. Now faces carry less resemblance to who you are. They are more masks hiding the reality. reality immersed in thinking…. Sometimes two faces appear like one is a reflection of the other, but totally different.. not in feel but in Thinking. Faces over faces over faces. some blood covered, some smiling, some blank stares … Continue reading 21/30 | New Memories | National Poetry Month 2018
As I try to write a poem a day and I am awake at 12:20 AM…. like it is still the same day… time has moved on and I am in a new day. But wait… the day ends when I sleep, not when the needle strikes some 12.. I was in a call with old pals who I knew when young…. we then travelled … Continue reading 20/30 | Forget the Rules | National Poetry Month 2018
A melancholy always drips from the apartment window, driving you nuts as you sit beneath smoking cigarettes. You blow smoke just in time for it to go in and create a chaos for the old lady who lives there. Her husband dreams of the pretty girl…. the next door neighbor, he is bed ridden, but dreams don’t cost. And the girl does not charge. The … Continue reading 19/30 | The apartment window | National Poetry Month 2018
A face weeps just beside me as I make my way into the tunnel. The face talks “At the end you will find light, but for that you have to walk in dark.” I presumed so as there is never light until you are determined to overcome the fear and walk in through the dark. It is the rule. There is no other way for … Continue reading 18/30 | Face | National Poetry Month 2018
Fingers move across the keyboard like they are playing a game. A game I just get to sit and watch… They don’t get to kick the same key more than once, except in some rare cases…. the fingers don’t care what words are formed on the screen, nor are they bothered about the sentences… if the meaning in those would hurt someone or make someone … Continue reading 17/30 | Fingers | National Poetry Month 2018
So many wonderful evenings have become ashes of memories and I have taken those memories and woven amazing nightmares. Not to be scared, but to feel safe as there is nothing worse than bad memories; You cannot escape them, and they cannot escape you… you are bound by an umbilical cord, but in between all this chaos of thoughts… you can find a space to … Continue reading 16/30 | Nightmare | NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 2018
Vinod Narayan 