My name is Navin. I'm an engineer/CAD technician by profession with passion in 3-dimensional creations.
Poem is me.
Self-realization, experiences & expressions & some other dimensions, I share through my poetic creations.
In November of 2019, I suffered from a life changing experience – a wake-up call I must say. From that point of time, I’m re-learning most of the things from a different perspective.
As a result of what I went through, I sometimes experience feelings of depression, anxiety, fear and anger, but I also deal with difficulty in sleeping, darkness and feeling numb. If, when reading my poems, you can relate to what I’m writing, I would love to hear from you.
I write poems because I love doing so. This blog is very therapeutic for me, and I aim to make my work available to as many people as possible. Poetry is my passion.
I’m sharing my very first spoken word, that I posted on 10th December 2020 on my WordPress blog. I don’t know why I’m doing so all of a sudden but there could be several reasons – from reminiscence to reflection.
The Edge is a poem about my struggles during that time. On 7th November 2019 I was hit by brain hemorrhage on the right side. Over 1 year had passed by but it was definitely not easy for me to fully accept, understand & live with this new reality. The feeling of broken & repaired at the same time. It just didn’t affect me alone but my surroundings as well, including the family. I could see this struggle on my inner screen as flow of images. So I decided to write those images in the form of this freestyle poetry. These words became so intense, at least in my head, that I felt like recording it in my voice. I didn’t know how to create spoken word back then. I didn’t bother searching it either coz I wanted to create this spoken word immediately, with whatever technical knowledge / tools I had. So I recorded my voice on my phone, created a Powerpoint presentation on my laptop, played the voice recording on it, timed the PP slides to sync with my voice & capture this all as a video through a free screen recorder software. I’m presenting the same original spoken word to you all.
Please put sound on…
I sit sharp on the edge of my bench in the dark with a hatchet in my hand to break open my senses & to claim that my pain in the veins is not vain but insane
But I get so mad & a bit sad when I spread metal scraps on myself coz then I bleed the beads so discreet on my crease to decrease the misery
So I feel quite shaky as if my skin is so thin like a leaf & it starts to burn instantly to create the debris that comes out from the heat of the seed
I’m torn at my core that I feel this need to ease & burn my peace into pieces on the street that’s filled with so many deep & some holes unseen
So I scream in infinity with my fluctuating beat coz I can’t simply breathe & it seems I’m the beast hinged to the scene of the shattered dream
I relapse on my screen coz this all feel so diseased when I see this degree of release & then I step explicitly into the bed of fire to become the deceased
But then I focus on to drop my sores with the source of my scope in this hope that one day I’ll for sure end this whole to simply blow everything to the pure
To order my poetry collection – Lightning Rhymes, please click here.
I published my book on 7th November 2021 – exactly 2 years after the bleeding. It’s my second birth or perhaps the first real one.
This all started when I read a wonderful poem written by @kalpeshdesai.official on Instagram…the same day @taru.chaya (Taru’s WordPress blog) tagged me to the Instagram community prompt hosted by @no.to.plagiarism…I replied politely to Taru that I don’t normally participate in any kind of prompts…@no.to.plagiarism replied that they would love if I could make an exception…this line sat deep in me…I’ve always supported genuine writers, content creators & artists of several different kinds…and I care a lot about our community…be it on WordPress or on Instagram…so I decided to give this prompt a shot…I’m not good with prompts but here I am with my poem on Say No To Plagiarism…the main message is to support & protect our community…let’s do it together ✨
So you liked the lines I’ve just typed You enjoyed the rhythm & my unique style The different vibes that I experience day & night The communion between the dark & light You feel somewhere that you too wanna write
And now you’re sitting idle on this edge Cooking rotten schemes in your head You wanna elevate yourself without any depth Steal my story, ideas & concept Showcase them as if you’ve bled my lead
Don’t you dare remove original colour with your artificial dye Just don’t roll your dirty dice on this sacred space so white Do you think copy / paste with a few changes is alright? Just know one day karma will hit you in silence with speed of light Your conscience will reveal your real face that you tend to hide
You know you’re living your very own life It’s a blessing & it has its own pure shine The biggest theme is to see yourself directly in your own eyes So be true to yourself & learn slowly to stand upright One day your inner mirror will reflect your very own rhyme
Say no to plagiarism coz the writers put their heart & show you a glimpse of themselves through their own lines
(In this poem of mine, “I” could be YOU & “you” means the culprit)
To order my poetry book – Lightning Rhymes, please click here
That nothing is everything when I sense this empty field with my closed eyes & when I sea it with the eyes opened
So often I’m calmly, mindfully, open heartedly surrounded by the surrendering & nurturing nature herbs of this supernatural Universe
Acceptance plays an important role in order to roll forward towards the highest order, which is unconditional love for myself & for the different reflections of me in the form of other human beings in my life that I see in the mirror of my I
High I am not at this or any other point of time where I type systematically the stereotyped lines that might act as the synthetic steroid to my ego muscle that proclaims that I’m the shine of the divine
The sign that I’m trying to light by switching the noise of high screams with the sensitive sound of sighs is to reveal that my ground could be the breathtaking landscape but it could also be the heartbreaking landslide
But to hide in the depths or the heights of the tides is not me & my type even when I can’t subside my pain side that I tend to subconsciously subscribe coz I’m not always able to be in oneness with nothingness
Needless to point this attention at the pointed needle which at times is ready to prick my demons stored in my cloud brain, that are kinda ready to devour every single vowel to break the meaningful words into meaningless carnage
The damage they cause in that coarse course is colossal that it’s close to irreparable but I still prepare myself by prepaying the cost of the vibrational effect from my different reflections by catching my own breath, which in reality is to reconnect with my senses to reset & dissolve my scene in the very present but perhaps it’s already too late coz I feel that I’m sitting with nothing but emptiness
To order my poetry collection – Lightning Rhymes, please click here
Please read this poem under the lighter shade I’ve added a bit of ginger to give it a slightly warmer taste Not pointing fingers at any particular person(s) at any stage Believe me even if I want to, I just really can’t Coz I don’t remember their handles or any names Coz they haven’t made any kinda impact on me in any way And I know every published anthology isn’t of quality bad I’m sharing some of my experiences in this crowded space You must’ve also experienced such scenarios on Instagram & a few on WordPress
– Follow for follow? You see I didn’t even know what “follow for follow” meant Why would I follow you if you followed me? Why should you follow me if I followed you? Do you like my writings? If not, then what’s the point? Is it for the sake of 1 extra point in your stats?
– I liked yours, now please read & like mine Excuse me, what do you mean? Hey, I am not mean But I didn’t force you to read & like my lines Let me draw a simple line I would hit like if I like what you write I would suggest you to do the same, alright?
– Read 10 pieces within 7 seconds & liked all of them Kiss Kiss Bang Bang Click Click Next Next Supersonic reading speed, right? Attention do you seek? Is this some “trend” that you want to be seen? Perhaps, it’s just me but sometimes I don’t get such scenes
– Followed for a few days & then unfollowed So your goal is to show the huge following you have And to pretend they follow you & you don’t follow them What’s the benefit? By faking your worth in this real world Are you in some number game?
– Are you interested in one of these dedicated groups – only like / like & comment? Huh? What? Come again? I don’t understand But we don’t even know each other Are these “oh yeah, don’t stop, don’t stop, oh yeah, don’t stop, oh yeahhhh” groups of another kind? By that I mean ego boosters
– Promote it on @xyz” & “DM@xyz Seriously? Damn…spam…oh man…again (not singing Wham’s song)
– We are giving you this opportunity to be a published author. Grab the chance to be a part of our anthology. Here are some other benefits. Our fee is… Interested? How wonderful, I’m the chosen one Right? Wrong! Ok, but let me give a try to simply try something different I have now understood the benefits of such projects The compiler’s name would be on the cover The compiler might change a few bits of writings without asking or informing the writer The publication house would print the manuscript filled with typos, misalignment, bad quality images etc. The quality of the book would be questionable This book would never hit the international market The publisher has hired an inexperienced team Perhaps earning quick money was the real theme
Are we playing the number game?
To order my poetry book – Lightning Rhymes, please click here
Imagine we’re going another level Flying high as I drive the bevel To go deep into the sacred tunnel No boundaries & no manners Where your peaks start to tremble That rhythm & those tremors The earth seems to crumble And the skies start to rumble When the stage turns into the jungle As I crank you humble
To order my poetry book – Lightning Rhymes, please click here
Two men were talking outside They weren’t agreeing on something, it’s obvious It then turned into an open & heated quarrel This picture changed its course right away One of the men lost it coz he was unwired His uneasy mind suddenly began to short circuit The feeling to kill other guy, to make him forever quiet He took his gun out & pointed it at this guy’s body
Pap Pap Pause Painful cry And then Pure silence Gunshots were fired Blood all over the place & now that man was quietly lying He got shot on the street in broad daylight
Hang on with me to see another scene, I’m not just rhyming A young kid got his eye on this piece of iron His eyes were fixed on his automatic rifle He’s not happy, so he was simply smiling Deep down he’s actually something planning He was visualizing the scene in his twisted mind He looked at the firearms last time & he switched off the light Next day was the very day he was gonna use the deadly toys He checked everything meticulously in the morning He drove to this school in his car filled with firearms His eyes were dead, he was filled with pure violence He got off the car loaded with bullets & rifle He was walking in the hallway like the storm so soundless
Rat-Tat-Tat Was the sound echoing in the sky Several kids were wounded in the school this time Some of them were already dead & some were slowly dying The horrific bloody scene was so alive Terror Trauma Fear Panic Screams They were hiding & crying At some point 911 was dialled They said cops were on their way, they were soon arriving The skies were then roaring with so many sirens Police & ambulances were coordinating & tactically lining The killer was still spraying bullets like water droplets Maximum destruction in his head, he kept firing Innocent kids covered in blood, they kept dying
Such horrendous incidents every other day has become so common Pap Pap, Rat-Tat-Tat, Bang-Bang are the sounds so common Killings due to disagreements, racism, mental instability & more are so common Gun violence in the name of self protection is so common This abnormal behaviour has become so bloody common Every other person owns the gun is so very common Government condenm such incidents & then move on is so very common Empty talks but no action is the scene so very common
The superpower on the surface of this world but truly powerless at the bottom Not providing a decent life to the citizens ain’t no superpower Trillions of dollars on warfare but poor for own people is the problem Not looking at the root cause to see why this all is happening is the problem Walking blindly on the river of blood & tears is the huge problem Accepting this so very common phenomenon is the very problem 40 k per year on an average dying alone in USA due to crazy gun violence When is it ever gonna end, why are people so helpless & blinded? Open your eyes to bring that change, you’ve got the power
Every single life matters!
There are n number of different scenarios…I’m highlighting only 2 of them…this poem is purely my view…there’s no political agenda…all I’m saying is that this gun violence needs to end…love is all we are & we have…
The feeling to feel your presence right by my side The feeling when you look at me with your oceanic eyes The feeling when you speak to me with your magical voice The feeling to kiss your soft lips makes me to sigh The feeling to touch your body creates the pure fire The feeling to come closer to you when I hold you tight The feeling to be with you is to live the you in the I The feeling to simply melt with you under the beautiful sky This feeling is streaming on my fluid screen, where you are the shine This feeling isn’t some daydreaming, it’s the way I see You & I
To order my poetry collection – Lightning Rhymes, please click here
