I have just a few coins left…… and the vending machine will take none There was a time when I could not sleep as the coins rattled in my dreams But now these few coins, they are so less they could be lost in a dream waking up with no change one day But I should be happy because….. the vending machine takes no coins … Continue reading Vending Machines in your Dream- #1 in 365 Poems
Someone asked me what my truth is I had to say it is personal They asked me why is Truth Personal I said because it only matters to me “What about the people who love you” They asked “I love them” I said And I looked at him and went on Truth is personal and has nothing to do with love nor with hate, nor indifference Truth … Continue reading Our Life is a Lost Cause writing our own obituary
My alcohol failed mornings wake up to the drops of the dew breaking at a flower’s glance My unshaved cauliflower cropped face opens up to the now faint whisper of a scream that put me to rest yesterday This stinking body that was flushed down a soapy drain yesterday will today wash clean in the pouring rain The existence that had a dead silence between … Continue reading Liveliness of the Abstract
It was a very strong wind that fell the leaf; And it was a very cold winter as I remember. The streets that were lonely at three in the afternoon, became so busy when the clock struck seven in the evening This End of Year I will buy two sets of dress one that has red checks with yellow border one will be plain white with … Continue reading A Mirrored Window View
I will not allow the winter to eat from the same plate the sun has been hungry for a very long time There is a feast up there and the stars seem to have missed it But who cares because there are no wedding bells Wedding bells are a sign of majestic marvel In one village it is the end of something In another one … Continue reading The Absurdity of Myopia
There is turmoil beneath the skin of the society There are thorns kissing flowers at the crust of a volcano It is no more pretty, the thorns, they have lost their charm No wonder you should not kiss flowers At least not with passion Passion creates a thin line of blood that shows you the way to not one but many wombs.. Wombs from which … Continue reading Turmoil
Today the Clouds will tell a different story they can afford to do so; the sun has set for the day. The clouds claim they have nothing to do with the ocean, and that does not seem to bother the tides Their machinery does not depend on these emotional clouds they live in a freedom of their own they do not care who is above … Continue reading The Party in the Sky
My heart wanders in the streets I try hard to hold it back Those streets I know are dangerous with its dark alleys from where memories dark and horrible pounce on you you can shake them off and keep going but the alleys are too many many forgotten but as you walk they become more real they suck you in like vacuum cleaners of your … Continue reading Go Wander my good heart
Gently let the stones find its way the river does flow in the right direction it will take time, so does everything in life once it happens you have a choice to think if it was early or late and if it does not happen you can wait you can wait after all it is a stone stones do not have emotions they are … Continue reading Stones Know it All
I have tried to rain down on some books so I could drench them the same way the author would have wanted it to happen But often I have stopped midway startled by a thunder a thunderous word to be precise something that did not find its way into the book and was waiting outside always startling every reader who came near by I have … Continue reading Words in the Dark
Vinod Narayan 