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 ›
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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 ›
15/30 | To a Friend Leaving | NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 2018
Today a friend is leaving town and he needs to meet his friends he wants to unload some memory laundry that has not been washed for way too long… ‘Washed’ is not the word truly.. because none of it has… Read More ›
14/30 | the cold heart | National Poetry Month 2018
Let the summer blow some senses into your cold heart; the world deserves better.. as the morning breaks into crackers, festivities, food and fun someone is hurt… an 8 year old has been brutally killed and continue to be ripped… Read More ›
13/30 | Don’t Push a Man | National Poetry Month 2018
When you push a man, make sure you do it very hard; so hard that he cannot get up. Best to take him to the cliff, and then without him knowing push him down. If not… He will fight till… Read More ›
12/30 | Today I had Beer | National Poetry Month 2018
Today I had two beers Usually I don’t drink beer But today I had two I am a Brandy kind of guy Beer gives you a belly they say… Both Beer and Brandy start with a ‘B’ Even belly starts… Read More ›
11/30 | Something’s cooking | National Poetry Month 2018
I took a pot of water and kept it on the stove; I put an old memory into it.. let it boil… As it boiled, I sprinkled some laughter, just enough for a faint smile. and let is simmer… I… Read More ›
9/30 | I know the Kid | National Poetry Month 2018
For some inspiration I go to the market I stand in a corner and look at the people. I try to think what made them come there Are they really there to buy something or are they there because they… Read More ›
Vinod Narayan 