There was something so profound I read a few days back.. “Freedom… is nothing but the distance between the hunter and its prey” This is a line from Chinese American poet Bei Dao’s poem Accomplices. I read the line in Ocean Vuong’s debut novel from 2019 “On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous” I heard Ocean Vuong speak at NPR’s Fresh Air a few months back where … Continue reading On Freedom and Life on Earth
The Little poem was scared…..All the long and famous poems were buriedThere were bombs and missiles flying aroundIt was dark and it was cold… There were flashes during which the poem read itself.It was little, small, naive..there was no depth in it..it thought… It was not the only little poem..there were others like it..They played by sliding on every penthey even played hide and seek … Continue reading 17/365 The Little Poem – Poetry
I always write poetrywhen the day comes to a closeMaybe poems written at the end of the dayare forced to live for an eternity Who cares if a poem lives on ?Who cares if anything lives on ?Every thing needs to expire..an expiry date. even unknown oneto finish. to die.. Lack of Death is the biggest sufferingLife is beautifulBut lack of death; it can be … Continue reading 16/365 You don’t agree – Poetry
As the clock slowly tickseach second passes to another a second is lost before we realizea minute we wait forsome minutes are longer than yearsthey take an eternity to pass. life stops and waitsa flower somewhere decides to diea tree falls… and no one noticesan animal cries for humanityIt is hot like hell.. An old snake laments‘it is time to refill the poison‘ Humans gather … Continue reading 15/365 The clock ticks | Poetry
It is almost 1:30 AM in the morningYesterday was my BirthdayI turned an year older yesterday. Well that is is not right, I just turned a day older yesterdayBut a whole year came piling on me one single dayYou know the feeling, I don’t need to tell you. What does that mean to me.Getting olderHaving less time to liveKnowing you are closer to leaving your … Continue reading 14/365 Another day to remind me | Poetry
Today I wanted to writeNothing stops me… I knowIt was just a day like any other dayBut today I wanted to write. So many days go byand we never write about itWill writing about somethingmake you remember it better ? Why should we remember ?What is the point in remembering ?remembering something that you cannot get againlost is lost is lost is lost…. is lost…. We … Continue reading 13/365 I wanted to Write – Poetry
There is never a single daywrapped in memoriesthat can go astray into the unknowns There is never such a day like yesterdaywhere tomorrows look back and saydon’t bother, you are damned anyways There is never a todaywhere you know exactly how it will goand yet you bring a fake surprise on a tired face There is never a tomorrowwhere yesterday detaches itselfas today silently loses … Continue reading 12/365 Never these days | Poetry
And I figured there was more timeto think about everything I ignoredto think how life would have beenif I had acknowledged all of it.. There are no guidelines to life.Well, there are things people saywhat worked for them and what did notbut we are different..unique…no one has written guidelines for our lifenot mine… not yours… Let us give ourselves some opportunitiesto fail and learn at … Continue reading 11/365 A Second Shot | Poetry
In some mysterious worldI belonged to you..You had bought me from a pawn shopI was red in colorAnd you painted me blue When the leaf decidedit is not part of the branch it belonged to the windIt was free… And today I can tell youthat life is more than what I saidit is.. It has a spice in it that we can savor the rest of life…Something … Continue reading 10/365 Life Unlocked | Poetry
There is nothing more preciousthan knowing we are wrongin the comfort of friends… To know we were wrongis like rebirth……like being shown,what is truly behind the mirror like there is more to lifethan what we can see…like the key to open the possibilitiesis nothing but humility….. like a ropeless swingit does not need to limit itselfeven gravity does not matter With that safety to be … Continue reading 9/365 Just to make sure | Poetry
Vinod Narayan 