There is this hidden angerthat destroys good peoplepeople who are otherwise calmroar and do unthinkable things Every time this happensthe world is in surpriselike it did not see it coming How many morebad things need to be donefor us to understand thatwe are so capable to do it From the history of our kind we have done unspeakable horrorswe have wiped innocence from the face … Continue reading Being Good NPM2023 18/30
A birthis a moment of joyA Deathpainful for all A poem happenswhen something knocks on the doorof someone not ready to write Poetry is not for everyoneif won’t feed youit does not feed the poet.it only saves the poetfrom eternal doomor does it? No one needs a poem nowbecause they don’t have timebut when they are lonelyalone in their thoughtsa poem does magic The poem … Continue reading A Unique Form NPM2023 17/30
A splendid example of lovejust a few hours awayin a rustic motel roomI caught a glimpse of it She was wearing a white scarfI don’t remember anything elsethe white scarf is all I sawand it had an initial on it When we first made loveI asked herwhat does the initial meanshe saidit is a philosophy The next time we made loveI again asked herShe saidit … Continue reading TheWhite Scarf NPM2023 16/30
there is timeand then we are therewhen we will not be theretime will still be there I walked by the lakeimages reflecting among them I searched for mineI was not a reflectionI was full of life I stepped into the lakemay be I am not in the reflectionsmay be I am deep in the lakealong with the rocksthat show up only during drought It was … Continue reading Reflections on Time NPM2023 14/30
There is a long line thereI cannot see anyone I knowthere are some familiar facesbut that is not a problemthe issue arisesone when I am familiar to them. This is the 6th line I am standing inthe other five was shorter than this onemay be I am just feeling that wayour view of past is never properit is clouded with ourexperiences of the present We … Continue reading Lives on lines NPM2023 13/30
You start typing on a blank screenthe mind is also blankthen when the first word is typedit is like a pen torch lighta ray that goes and dies in infinity From there comes the second wordand the third and so on. That absolute unpredictabilityand a beautiful processI don’t know where it takes meI don’t care if the finished product is goodI don’t think if the … Continue reading How I write Poems NPM2023 8/30
The water is boilingthe kettle is whistlingBut there is no one to hear itThe world has gotten so cold In coldness we see through peopleWe see the madness they hideWe see the sadness they shedWe see them like they see themselves It is not the Kettle’s faultthat no one is there is hearIt will stop after sometimewhen there is no more water The fire will … Continue reading The Kettle is Whistling NPM2023 6/30
It is a terrible painIt comes from the corner of the roomIt has droopy eyesIt seems to know that I don’t care It does not have any feet.Just a wheel kind of thingattached to its backIt does not understand language It must have been there for a long timeIt could as well be a million years oldI don’t know if it is aloneDid it have … Continue reading It is there ! NPM2023 3/30
Did I tell you that I am bored?I know it sounds weird.because being bored is not a thing anymoreIt is something of the pastAll Boredoms are now buried in the mobile apps But yes I feel bored at times.No, Not when the Mobile phone loses its chargeWith Mobile Phone next to me.. yesI feel bored I have tried to analyze this boredomAnd it took me … Continue reading A Boredom from the past NPM2023 2/30
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 that symphony of dark. Those exact notes on which the sun weeps on the demise of some distant star. But then I don’t know what … Continue reading A night’s symphony #60 of 365 Poems
Vinod Narayan 