What would you be when you grow up? a question even the middle aged should ask. Grow to where? I am grown… Really? If you never allow the kid in you to die that question will ring in your head probably even on the day you die. What would you be when you grow up? Age is a symbol. Right but just a symbol; of … Continue reading Growing Up – #24 of 365 Poems
The artistry of the chef’s knife hunting through the table. Some bubbling in pots large and small Some ready to be devoid of its existence transforming from beauty to tasty. It is all hidden in the artistry of the chef’s knife; that is where it all starts. masterfully chopped sliced and diced. red, yellow, white, green. Oh! those colors mixed and merged and modified. Those … Continue reading Meaningful Cuts – #22 of 365 Poems
A poem tells him to step down. From a dream he has built over the clouds. A cloud from which he has snatched a baby face. A sky from where he threw a net on all the earth. The poem tells him to step down from the dream. Dreams tell other people how the world works. You start hating dreams when you know everything. When … Continue reading Step Down – #21 of 365 Poems
A smile that sleeps in the lips of two people. Waking up only in a kiss. And in a bed of kisses wrapped in a sweet tongue there is a genuine honesty that will rock – the world’s cradle to sleep. But where is the baby? They will never wake up because this world is not for them. It is for those who pluck every … Continue reading Kisses and Smiles – #20 of 365 Poems
Today is a special day and special days are important. One because it is about who I am and another because it is about who I want to be. I often wonder why they are different? After all it is just me, Now or before or later. How is who I am and Who I want to become be different? Well that is what is … Continue reading Glowing in the Mind – #19 of 365 Poems
Those little pieces of stars; like street lights on a cosmic road with chariots with angels going to a party. Or may be they are in a cosmic discotheque with vibrations as music. Or may be they might not be there at all and are just reflecting what we think should be there. I am OK as long as you don’t ask me to get … Continue reading Shining Stars – #18 of 365 Poems
The sea telling her story to the fisherman, about the fishes living deep inside her, that he will can never catch. Sea telling her story to the fishes, about the fisherman who will catch them if they wander on the surface. The fisherman telling the boat his story, and telling it to be patient and stay less rocking for they may scare the wandering fish … Continue reading Fisherman – #17 of 365 Poems
In between silent pauses a loud Thud that prolongs into the lit side of dark alleys. Thuds are never musical, but when they prolong, they sound sweeter…. Silence is not sweet they can be bitter at times. depends on how you see it. In the bitterness of chaos, what is more sweet than silence..? Nothing, it tells us there is more inside us than what … Continue reading Savoring Silence – #16 of 365 Poems
Yesterday I forgot a beat. You plan something and do it daily, because you think there is no other option. And then you forget. When you are recovering, forgetfulness can be a blessing. I missed yesterday, but I gained my today And I am optimistic of tomorrow My self medication of poetry is working Continue reading Working – #15 of 365 Poems
Vinod Narayan 