Today the world feels brokenIt was always brokenand it will remain broken The fact is…There is no unbroken worldit is always evolving… Everything that evolvesis both perfect and imperfect all the time Then what is the challenge? The challenge is hoperather the lack of itpeople who can make a differencetoday feel….beaten…arm twisted.. lost.. afraid.. But there is something ww forgetsomething we need to keep in … Continue reading 20/365 The lone fighter
Sometimes the world just spinsand says you are on the wrong side.. And then you realizethe world is so confusedthere are no sides afterall… You are finally left with three choices One – stay where you areTwo – go where the world goesThree – explore another world ! And you all knowwhich choice makes the difference… Continue reading 19/365 Sometimes
Sometimes we decide to leavethen we remember certain things We can’t leave yet…even if we want to..,where do we go? There are so many peopleWho want to go but can’t..who want to leave but can’t Freedom is used so muchby people who even have them… And most of them don’t knowwhat it means to be in captivity We always define freedomas something we don‘t have… … Continue reading 18/365 Who is Free…?
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
Vinod Narayan 