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… Read More ›
National poetry Month 2018
25/30 | A Journey | 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… Read More ›
24/30 | To My College Days | 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… Read More ›
23/30 | Choice | 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… Read More ›
21/30 | New Memories | 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… Read More ›
20/30 | Forget the Rules | 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… Read More ›
19/30 | The apartment window | 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… Read More ›
18/30 | Face | 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… Read More ›
17/30 | Fingers | 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… Read More ›
16/30 | Nightmare | 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… Read More ›
Vinod Narayan 