It is a terrible painIt comes from the corner of the roomIt has droopy eyesIt seems to know that I don’t care It does not have any feet.Just a wheel kind of thingattached to its backIt does not understand language It must have been there for a long timeIt could as well be a million years oldI don’t know if it is aloneDid it have … Continue reading It is there ! NPM2023 3/30
Did I tell you that I am bored?I know it sounds weird.because being bored is not a thing anymoreIt is something of the pastAll Boredoms are now buried in the mobile apps But yes I feel bored at times.No, Not when the Mobile phone loses its chargeWith Mobile Phone next to me.. yesI feel bored I have tried to analyze this boredomAnd it took me … Continue reading A Boredom from the past NPM2023 2/30
We live in cities made in the eye of a village first blinding it of communities and then telling there is darkness. We live in cities made with the soul of mankind first ripping it off the body and then freezing it in time. We live in cities made out of skin of once alive animals first taming them to be friends and then skinning … Continue reading We live in cities – POEM #16 NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 2019
In the morning when you wake up what do you do first Take a deep breath? jump out of bed? look around? just lie down? feel who is next to you? bury your face more into the pillow? search for your blanket? curse in your mind? smile? cover your face? You can do anything you like it does not matter… but just remember there are … Continue reading In the Morning – POEM #10 NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 2019
When words are born premature… converted to images not still but moving.. moving images… Somewhere in that journey we lose ourself.. But today… this one day NO.. this whole month… We need to get back to ourself for we can feel ourself alone… in an empty vessel.. we need words to fill it up with Some lives are like that.. they lose the meaning when … Continue reading Poetry #1 – Welcoming National Poetry Month 2019
On a Coffee Struck weekend morning in the local coffee shop I ponder on the way people order coffee. Do they know what they want before they walk through the door Just like they know what they want when they enter other people’s life May be it does not matter in the case of coffee No one is asking you to make up your mind … Continue reading Coffee shop – #74 of 365 Poems
I filled a mouth full of coins though the price of each word was not fully negotiated I did not know what it would get me may be a poem of the darkest hours of man’s futile attempts to dream may be the finest moments of a short story it could be a long cold chapter in a chilling mystery but I had no interest … Continue reading Paying with Life #69 of 365 Poems
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
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
Vinod Narayan 