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… Read More ›
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A night’s symphony #60 of 365 Poems
I have seen you look at the footprints that my shadow leaves in the dark. You thought I will never notice but I see better when the lights are out. I too have had my fair share of acquaintance with… Read More ›
Do You want to Share My Bed? #59 of 365 Poems
Why do you get angry when I ask you to share my bed. you don’t know me you don’t know where I live you don’t even know how I look yet you have that image of someone naked lying next… Read More ›
Wounded World and Revolting Words #56 of 365 Poems
Wounded worlds need words, long, short, conjoined, meaningful words. Words that become something new, when uttered with an emotion. Wounded words also fill sentences describing the worlds we live in. Even words misplaced in the right sentences seem too normal… Read More ›
A shot of the blood in our News #55 of 365 Poems
There is not a day that passes without blood splashing on the world news. It has become a norm, and the morning Breakfast smells of raw flesh. Every single news, acts as a verdict on me. Asking me to count… Read More ›
The Mayor #54 of 365 Poems
That drunken bottle brink Maverick; Who, some called ‘The Mayor’. In a Town in the middle of nowhere, a nowhere with a bustling past He sat in an old wooden chair with brandy in a tin cup. The rush from… Read More ›
My World of Bookmarks #53 of 365 Poems
There is a big heap of books on a side table on my left side; Each book with a different kind of bookmark There are Bookmarks with pictures of my kids Bought during the annual picture day, where you take… Read More ›
Remorseful Uneasiness – #52 of 365 Poems
A brief period of remorseful uneasiness; But then it vanishes, as if everything you have done till now was perfect. Planned and executed flawlessly, as if life is something you read out of a book, And then you run till… Read More ›
Spiraling Insanity #51 of 365 Poems
I don’t write life with a pen. I do it with a strangeness dripping from the eyes of people I know. Some call it tears. I don’t coverup love with blankets. I cover it with a smile torn from a… Read More ›
The Ball in your Backyard #50 of 365 Poems
A ball of bold imaginations filled up. just ready to be kicked into space, has been lying in the backyard. un-noticed. Don’t blame the legs that walked away, instead of kicking it. The world has been kicking the butt- that… Read More ›
Vinod Narayan 