I am honoured to share that my poem – The Slate is published at MasticadoresUSA. My utmost gratitude to dear Gabriela Marie Milton and the entire team at MasticadoresUSA for publishing this piece.
Staring at this empty slate Want to scribble my current state But heart isn’t ready Mind is talking crazy Simply can’t breathe And on top, am about to scream Want to break that screen Why do I feel so aggressive? Or am I simply just possessive? But I know am worked up & explosive
This noise in my head Want me to seriously shed The ray of blood shade But it ain’t make no sense So I try to take a nap But thoughts make me react The role I then enact The throbbing in my chest As if I’m on this unending chase Don’t know where it would take I feel my life is on stake My whole body starts to shake Grass is full of deadly snakes….
I’m delighted & honoured by reading this wonderful review by Tara Caribou, of Raw Earth Ink of my debut book – Lightning Rhymes…My gratitude to Tara for reading my book & writing an in depth review on Amazon & goodreads…I don’t think I would ever be able to express how it feels…I’m sharing this review…my joy with you all…
“I read this in paperback. This is an unsolicited review.
I’ve been following poet Navin Manik for some time now on multiple social media platforms and for good reason. I often find myself nodding my head, ‘yeah, this guy is speaking my own heart’. Typically I am not a fan of rhyming or structured poetry, but there are a few writers out there who, I feel, do so without it feeling forced or trite. Navin is one such poet. Often it’s not that he pens this huge and powerful revelation, but instead writes through dark and light inner thoughts that I think a lot of us have. Insecurity. Treachery. Longing. Inner torment. The body’s betrayal. Dusk and dawn. Falling down. Looking to the skies above.
It’s a bit tough to choose a favorite from the stack, so I’ll share from the very first poem, the first one he ever wrote, as I understand it. “Speechless I Became” introduces us to this delightful collection with: ‘Speechless I became When I saw the glimpse of me Felt a sudden shift Paused were the thoughts Everything came to a halt Tears began to fall Soul wanted to scream Inner pain was so real Wounds wanted to heal I began to breathe…’ The introspection and subsequent personal revelation is so heartfelt and soul-rending, one has a growing sense of urgency to continue on, page after page.
The book was a great length at just about 120 pages. I like its simple cover and the description makes it feel approachable. I didn’t care for the formatting, however it may due to the nationality of origin (I am aware that different countries have different formatting and ‘rules’ for publishing). I have never purchased a book from this particular country before, so I have nothing to compare it to. But, to describe, the font was a bit large and margins a bit tight, causing it to feel almost crowded on the page. White space in a book is nearly as important as the printed word. But again, this is merely opinion and I don’t count it against the author personally. I did appreciate that I found no misspellings or odd punctuation issues, so that really helps me love this even more. I give this collection 4.25/5 stars and consider it recommended reading for those who enjoy modern metered/rhyming poetry that speaks straight to your heart.”
My poetry style:
I don’t follow any particular style…In fact, I don’t even know how many different styles exist…it doesn’t matter to me…coz poetry is about expressing in whichever manner one wants to…I simply line my rhyme when I eye the shine…that shine is the raw shine of the very moment…whatever it may offer…I listen to my heart…
I’m truly grateful to each & every one of you…for your wonderful support…for your unconditional love towards my poetry..I would only humbly ask you to buy my book if you connect with my rhymes…Lightning Rhymes…
The body is running at full speed with no brakes The mind is bleeding the red sea in heavy rains The eyes are torching the tight cage in pure flames
The time machine can’t restore the lost things in real sense And there’s no need to preset the defence to face the present So the system is defragementing the free space with no gates
The lesion isn’t necessarily a damage if seen as a treasured lesson The dead veins could be the lost key of sanity in this locked scene The fingers are holding the keepsake delicately with numb grip
The divine grace is embracing the deep pain lovingly in true space The inner shine is fusing the open scars mindfully in pure faith The magical energy is dissolving the solid shield to the formless state