Vinod Narayan

When the world celebrates Love on just one day and call it valentine’s day
I celebrate every moment of this life I live loving you

And just as usual I write to you -

Everyday I talk to you, my day is made over again and then when I leave you in the middle of a conversation, it is your thoughts in my mind that gives me the strength to move on and face that moment of parting.

It’s always your thought in my mind, your words of love that will give me the strength to achieve for us a piece of this world.

You make me stronger, braver, contented, and happy and all that a man can ever expect to be.

In me the world can see the face of a man that says ‘I have the most beautiful lady as my love in my life’.

It’s true. I often think how my mind could have survived not meeting you.

You were always in my mind even before we met; you are the person I ever wanted.

The poem I started, will complete later

Monsoons were always the same I felt
And the rain always seemed nothing great
The days are short and nights are long
And who enjoys when you are drenched alone

But this year the monsoons will bring the freshness I long
The rains will come with those droplets of hope
The days and nights will be equally long.
For my love is there for my life to take shape

I can feel it in me, that presence of love
That binds my heart to a romantic tone
The music in my heart will bear all my love
And the words in my poems will express the note

More to write, but wanted to share all little stuff that I write.

The longing for you is so much that I miss you every single moment we are not together.

My dear this parting every day is so painful, but the hope of a good tomorrow makes me go on.

Telling you that I love you is always new and exciting.

I love you dear with all my senses, my senses are yours and so am I.

Life gets so too eventful unable to be expressed completely. An interesting phase to be, when family and work makes you so immersed that you don’t have time for your silly hobbies and fooling around.

The new entrant into the family had been keeping us all busy as I write, so has been my clients, colleagues, friends and all others. What happened in last few months still continues, but for a change a few moments were dropped into my kitty every now and then and there again an expression of life through my eyes surfaces the global world of blogging.

Where has been all those good words that I used to craft some of the poems I wrote long ago, May be in fear of repetition they are lying low in some corner of my mind. What about the new words I have learned in the recent past, the new feelings I have acquired, the new relationships I have built, the new territories of mind and world that I have seen. Have they not shown me anything new that I can write about?.

Maybe yes May be not.
But one thing is true, I have got some time and now its only how well I make sure that this time existed on a regular basis allowing me to plunge into my thoughts one more time every time, every other day

What’s new my mirror? , other than a cleaner vision of facts

Yes there it is! , visible in the mirror, as I look deep into the pupil of my right eye, “Left” says the mirror and I leave it there

What do I see?
A young man aged 20 thinking he can fly?

He has not seen anyone flying before, but he thinks he can
He climbs to the top of his house, moves closer to the parapet and looks below.
The winds blowing from some distant land tries to push him before he has made his mind to dive.
Though the wind is trying to aid his efforts, still undecided he fights back and stands still.
He takes one more step closer to what he thinks will change him, giving him the power to fly.

A mighty leap, just spread his wings and fly.
So simple and man never did it?

Man still pays through the nose and sits tight wrapped in millions of dollars worth machines and looks at the cloud beneath and feels invincible.

“Ambitious but naïve”
He does not know, that the power of flight is within him and not in the roaring engines that take him up and bring him down giving him a glimpse of the heights he can reach.
“Its all in here dude between your two ears, look at me” He exclaims “I am about to make the historic leap to capturing the uncertainty, capturing and making sense of what you people have not even seen.

You still don’t get me, do you?
No, don’t think you are worthless, Some realizations come late but will surely come
Not making sense still?

It’s the mirror dude, look clearly, behind the clean vision of facts there always lies a twenty year old, he can be me, you, him, her, you name it. A twenty year old someone who thinks he can fly.

Where did the twenty year old in you go?
Dude, you had envisaged an existence so powerful when you were there, in your twenty and then you set on a course that has made you unknown to yourself. With a mirror adorning your bedroom, that shows you facts you have buried your dreams, your ambition, your fearlessness, your courage, your love.

Everything buried into that pupil of your right eye.
“Left”, the mirror corrects me again and this time I leave it to you

Your life, your choices, your mirror, your facts, your dreams, your fears…
YOU AND YOUR TWENTY
WAKE UP DUDE, BE TWENTY, THINK TWENTY, ACT TWENTY and YOU WILL BE TWENTY