The years seem lost,and time stands next to us.As we look into the past,time will look into our eyes.Probably trying to find out,what is bothering us. Time is not just in the past,it is also in the future.The time that is yet to come,not the time what we think is lost. And yet, we labor on the futile,irrecoverable,the years that are lost. Time can sense … Continue reading 7/365 | We are Time
There is no right time to write a poemit is 11pm where I liveI have had some irish wiskeyI just watched a moviea movie about women powerit is international women’s day tomorrowthen I listened to some old hindi songsI watched bollywood yesteryearsI felt sadthat Guru Dutt died so young..He was 39 I am in my bed..They say don’t use phonebefore you sleepbut I got to … Continue reading 6/365 – No right Time
I am a lost person but I am not forgottennot yet…not by me at least to be forgotten is also a blissunknown to everyone you ever knewyou float and no one asks whyeveryone floats in their own way some struggle more to stay afloat to let the flow take its course..life is always fair the one who drowns and the one who does not all die finallythat is … Continue reading 5/365 The Lost one | Poetry
And they said it was going to be okthat they have seen the same treesthey have stepped on same leaves They said go forward don’t look backThey said my fear was baselessI just nodded I did not want to object themBe cruel to their ignorance – about who I am How can I tell themtheir shoes don’t fit meI have blisters on my legs They won’t … Continue reading 3/365 They don’t know me – Poetry
Silence is a conspiracyto make us feel safea false safety.. I will not speak of youand you will not speak of metruce…. but there is a loud rulewritten in that silenceunread by us…. I will not speak FOR youYou will not speak FOR meWe are not oneYou are the otherso am I ‘the other‘ to you… They want us to be obedientNot ask questionsThey have … Continue reading 2/365 Silence is a Conspiracy | Poetry
And we come to the end of another National Poetry Month. Here is the 30th poem. I let him cryhe has to know about tearsAnd…. not all tears are equalif you look carefully you will see The tears in the eyes of someonewhen they are helpless The tears when someone isin utmost physical pain The tears that just come outfor no reason known to us … Continue reading Tears demand respect NPM2023 30/30 – Poetry
I told them I was tiredthat I have not slept for daysor may be weeks or monthsI don’t know..I have lost count.. Can we live that longwithout sleeping…without going insane..is that even possible They don’t seem to bother.They did not even look at me.they did not seem to even hear me..I am already dead to them. Just do it…faster… keep doing..they kept repeating it..like a … Continue reading Who is alive; me or them? | Poetry
The hands trembledas the fingers gripped on the knobthis is not the first timeshe has opened the door every single time before she hasit ended badlyit left a trail she remembered it like yesterdaythough it must have been so longshe knows it all Yet she had her fingersgripped on the knoband any moment nowshe will open it… I waited…she also waited..what was on the other … Continue reading We Waited | Poetry
A sound travelsit is in search of another soundthey cannot hear each other People can hear them bothIt is so sad thatone sound cannot hear other They both exist in total silencethey can’t even hear themselves silence is arbitrary in the sound worldBut each sound knowsanother one exists Their life is a searchthey never find….they just travel…. so many soundstraveling in silence…. it is sad….especially … Continue reading Sad Sounds NPM2023 27/30
Some are like thatthey don’t say anythingthey expect you to know… I talk way too muchI might even be a talkaholicyes that is a real word.just like alchoholicsomeone addicted to talking We listen less..I am learning… It is not easy…. In fact listening is tougher than talkingpersonally for me…I am sure people will agree But some people don’t talkthey think we have some kind of … Continue reading Don’t Talk NPM2023 26/30
Vinod Narayan 