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
I don’t think it is enoughIt is never enough to say goodbyeI have seen the stones turn redIn a moonlight blessed with some mysterious martian bliss. No it is not enough…Goodbyes are never enoughThey are always too soon…Way too soon and we are left wonderingWhy did they leave….Why did they leave so soon ! In misery and in sorrow I have seen it comeIt slowly … Continue reading 8/365 It is never enough | Poetry
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
Vinod Narayan 