When the last year ended and this year started as a single human family in this world we faced some very terrible events of hatred and violence. I wrote about them and unleashed my agony and helplessness through my words for a few days after each event and then did not know what to do. I decided to take up a 30 day challenge to write one … Continue reading The 30 day Love Haiku Challenge
Sometimes I go back and read things that I have written and tell myself “shit, how can I write like this? like I have never done anything wrong. How awful…..” The fact is every day I look in the mirror and something shatters inside me. Being moral, being good, being righteous is not easy it is very tough. I falter every day, some days during … Continue reading Shatters Inside Me
I am a nothing but from when…? from today onwards I have decided to enroll in this new classification of nothing. So today onwards I am a nothing yes I was human up to a few moments ago but decided to leave it it was too heavy for my fragile self My existence was being lost in the burden of being human being a nothing … Continue reading I am a Nothing
He never walked into the mortuary he was taken there. a few people walked alongside the stretcher that carried him. he did not know anyone. he was dead. he was dead was the verdict. but he was sure, even the guy who did the postmortem did not know that he was killed and not dead killed and dead are two different things. he never knew … Continue reading The Killed and Undead
Then one day it all stopped coming the poem, the story, the dream the clouds, everything as if they never existed for me And then I heard about that flightless poem that lost its wings in some old story I also heard the story of a butterfly that could never escape its caterpillar existence I saw the clouds that came down and started walking on … Continue reading The beginning of the end
Some curtains bear the smell of suppressed adulthood. Some of blood stain from a forgotten yesterday that had over time made it look like a painter’s dying strokes of red. I know that curtains cannot speak for the house. it cannot even speak for the windows. it’s only role is to hide what happens inside. But it picks the mood in every house pretty well … Continue reading Curtains don’t speak for the houses
Everyone has been saying go and find that deep silence in you; I have been shouting at the top of my voice all my life and the world cares less; My vocal chords cut through the vanity of this world and still no one listens. Now they want me to find my deep silence, so I would stay quiet. But then, what if I get … Continue reading Chaotic Answers to Silent Questions
I once asked a friend what was his most misinterpreted dream. He gave a blank look as if I had asked him for his wife. Well may be not his wife, but something that the world thought was dear to him. Coming to his wife, I’m not sure if he considered his wife dear, well he said he did; but why should you trust a friend … Continue reading A Friend’s Misinterpreted Dream and his wife
I speak of mountains, like they just came up yesterday; that I have had the experience to see the world from at top one of it… like climbing these should take a lifetime spent on understanding that your morality is not the needle with which I stitch my sins I speak of mountains like they used to be under the ocean that I have been … Continue reading Speaking of Mountains
Stop searching… your shoes have walked in different directions leaving your naked feet, alone under the sky. There is a cloud contemplating about taking the shape of a shoe; but not of any use to you I guess The man without legs also seem to sympathize with your plight, probably because he cannot share anything with you. Talk to your feet in the language of … Continue reading Bare, Free, Pretty
Vinod Narayan 