I am that Cruel face in the child that peeks through those innocent smiles and directs the child to learn to be selfish, to be bad, to be irrational I am that child behind every cruel face where every scorn, malice and coldness is received with a smile, and a loving sparkle of the eyes I am the child, because all men and women are dead … Continue reading The cruel face of a child
Is there a way in which you should live? If yes, how boring would that be knowing that this is how it should go this is how it should happen and this is how it should end After All, why would you want your life to be the rerun of a lost game You should look around and say “Fuck You! because it ain’t yours it … Continue reading Take That Trip Today!!!!!!
I have a small box in which I hide my cries so the world would not hear Yesterday after so many years I opened it, and you won’t believe, So much laughter that I never knew existed jumped out and escaped. The weight of the mortal pains from yesteryears; The fear of the imminent pain to come and go in the future both have no meaning … Continue reading Live Today
Why should the summer fry the eggs for you for free? What did you do this winter to ask for such a thing? what were you thinking when you held her hands and walked out at night lying to her that it will rain. As the broken umbrella waited in the garage corner hoping that you will run back to it, grab it and carry … Continue reading Summer Fried Eggs
You have to be aware that there are heights from which every dream has to fall and shatter…. that they wake up nights from its long lonely sleeps that days always wait hidden in dark even during the night your job is just to be aware to be aware that time wanders at its own pace with no real direction or choice but yes if … Continue reading Only on your own terms
I do not use poetry to dilute the mix of humanity but I write so it can flow , uninterrupted even into the dark corners of my existence and move us all to be considerate…. But my command in poetry in how I can align words is not that good and most times they fail flat on the paper, dismembering me from my thoughts and disfiguring … Continue reading Tattered Pieces of Poetry
Sometimes the fire smells of flesh when it is not that hot I guess when it has gotten bored of burning, as it crackles alone in a corner of our weird perspectives of world most fires… no almost all fires they smell of flesh sometimes… or maybe all times.. I don’t know… maybe… maybe one has to burn to find out… -Vinod- Continue reading Smell of Flesh
Become small; tiny The world can no more see you Become insignificant, trivial You won’t matter anymore to them Be incompetent, useless No one will bother to compete again Be alone; secluded People will stop connecting with you Be foolish; idiotic The world will stop advising you Be yourself, original And world will fire up to change you Continue reading We and our world
Vinod Narayan 