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
Why do you get angry when I ask you to share my bed. you don’t know me you don’t know where I live you don’t even know how I look yet you have that image of someone naked lying next to you you think of my embrace and you are disgusted why? you don’t even know how my bed looks you don’t know if I … Continue reading Do You want to Share My Bed? #59 of 365 Poems
Wounded worlds need words, long, short, conjoined, meaningful words. Words that become something new, when uttered with an emotion. Wounded words also fill sentences describing the worlds we live in. Even words misplaced in the right sentences seem too normal now. Words that exist just for Correctness so world can slip into another day I love words, don’t get me wrong but they are also … Continue reading Wounded World and Revolting Words #56 of 365 Poems
There is not a day that passes without blood splashing on the world news. It has become a norm, and the morning Breakfast smells of raw flesh. Every single news, acts as a verdict on me. Asking me to count the deaths that my silence has fed on. Oh! not just mine, even yours. Did you know that our silence, suffocates even people we do … Continue reading A shot of the blood in our News #55 of 365 Poems
That drunken bottle brink Maverick; Who, some called ‘The Mayor’. In a Town in the middle of nowhere, a nowhere with a bustling past He sat in an old wooden chair with brandy in a tin cup. The rush from past always crowded the streets in his half awake memories. ‘Mayor’, they say as they pass him Mayor of deserted dreams searching for their way … Continue reading The Mayor #54 of 365 Poems
There is a big heap of books on a side table on my left side; Each book with a different kind of bookmark There are Bookmarks with pictures of my kids Bought during the annual picture day, where you take the best deal and end up with different types of your kid’s same pictures. And you can never throw them, The Dilemma of parents. There … Continue reading My World of Bookmarks #53 of 365 Poems
A brief period of remorseful uneasiness; But then it vanishes, as if everything you have done till now was perfect. Planned and executed flawlessly, as if life is something you read out of a book, And then you run till another brief moment comes again a remorseful uneasiness hovers. We will all one day leave for the woods, where the shadows don’t fall on fallen … Continue reading Remorseful Uneasiness – #52 of 365 Poems
I don’t write life with a pen. I do it with a strangeness dripping from the eyes of people I know. Some call it tears. I don’t coverup love with blankets. I cover it with a smile torn from a past moment in time. Some call it Youth. I don’t feel the pain with my hands. I feel it with a fear I know I … Continue reading Spiraling Insanity #51 of 365 Poems
A ball of bold imaginations filled up. just ready to be kicked into space, has been lying in the backyard. un-noticed. Don’t blame the legs that walked away, instead of kicking it. The world has been kicking the butt- that those legs carried around. Don’t blame the world. because… it’s job is to kick asses. with fury, with love and with gentle deceit. The legs … Continue reading The Ball in your Backyard #50 of 365 Poems
Walking in your dad’s shoes It starts with wearing his shoes; and walking around in the house. Then your feet grow, bigger than your dad’s. Your tastes change, your dislikes shape up. you like a shoe, not because it is dad’s; but because it is yours. You leave your dad’s shoe and find your own. You leave an old man waving behind. Then you become … Continue reading Walking in your Dad’s Shoes #49 of 365 Poems
Vinod Narayan 