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A Dot of Hope

Original poetry, Poems about aggression, Spiritual poems

I’m just a dot if you zoom out to see the spot on this beautiful & lively zone

That’s all you want if you wish to lock when you hold the schaft & look patiently through the scope

I’ll turn into thick fog if you take a shot with your tainted thoughts painted with senseless strokes

You dreamt that I would rot when you put the mark at my heart from the other side of the shore

You better check your clock coz I’m on your watch to put a stop on your timeless goal

I know you wish & want but you simply can’t block coz I’m simply a free & formless soul

It’s the way I talk whether you like it or not but I’ll free you from the twisted knots crippling your core

I promise I won’t haunt from the very top to crop your vulnerable & shielded ghost

Coz I’ve walked on the path full of thorns & my drops that looked like the bed of roses

So I’ll simply take you to the dark to show you the burning sparks from daunting dot of beautiful hope

—– A Dot of Hope —–

A Dot of Hope is a multidimensional poem, that portrays the importance of hope, when we feel as if nothing can be done to dissolve the pattern; to come out of the pain body. When you are in touch with the inner peace, nothing can break you. You can also help others to come out of their patterns by guiding them in the right direction, by showing them that little dot of hope.

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Please check poem about: Inner Peace (1), Libra Heart (2), Brewing (3)

A poem – You and I

Love Poems, Poems about pain, Poems about relationships

I’m flying high in the clear blue sky
My eyes are fixed on you with pure desire
Your sensual curvy form is making me to sigh
You look burning hot with your intense fire

The beauty in the beautiful you, it’s pure divine
The beating of your beautiful heart, your love is making me to dive-in
The fragrant beautiful essence you contain, I’m deeply in trance
The beautiful silhouette of you on my surface, I’m simply entrapped

You’re the magical scenery, I’m the dark shade on your canvas
You’re the infinite space, I’m the black spot in your universe
You’re the vast ocean, I’m the sharp edge in your deepness
You’re looking in the mirror, I’m the tear sitting on your eyelid

—– You and I —–

You and I is a poem about different types of contrast in life, like how darkness is important to be the light, why pain is related to love and how each human has two different sides. Sometimes patterns can take over and can change the picture instantly from heart (being) connection to body controlled by the mind (self).

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Related: Poem About Realization (1), Darkness & Light (2), Ocean Eyes (3)

This Animal is Back

Original poetry

Don’t walk like this in your silky skin infront of me
Incredible
My craving for you is crawling up a mountain frenzy
Irresistible
You’re looking red hot & my eyes are burning destiny
Inflammable

Gaining your trust while I throw you with my rawness on that turf
Animal
Messing with your mind & body while I pull your messy hair
Animal
Tearing your peace in pieces while I look deep into your big eyes
Animal

Whispering my twisted words in your ears to reach your red crystal
Sensitive
Sketching on you with my sharp nails to make you whisper pain with your deep vocals
Sensual
Shaking you intensely to awaken your senses to make a connection with your crying soul
Spiritual

Biting your tender flesh slowly to calm my hunger with my hungry teeth
Oh, I feel like an animal
My lips are sticky & shaded as I taste the thick red that you’re bleeding
I think, I’m an animal
Even the wind under dark heavens of hell is howling crazy
Yeah, I’m an animal

I see you in my mirror & my lens is bleeding red visuals
Ahh, I’m so bloodthirsty animal
I see you in my shadow & I look like that fiery dragon
Wo, I’m so scary animal
I see you shattered & scattered all over my dark ground
Rahh, I’m so brutal animal
I disappear in darkness after killing your dying soul to be one with the new you & eternity
Yeah, I am that tainted & untamed animal

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Notes: Haiku – seasonal transformation (1). Myths of the mirror (2) In the dark, a rose #poem (3)

Photo credits: The beautiful picture of moon is taken by my dear friend, Nitish Jain. I’ve added some layers & filters to make it scream my poem.

navinspoems.com is now navinspoetry.com

Original poetry

Problems with navinspoems were constantly running in my mind
I was facing several issues for several weeks with my site
Whenever I was publishing fresh ryhmes, I couldn’t catch your sharp sight
Migrated away for supposedly something better with my closed eyes
Almost none could reach me as if I were hiding at greater heights
Restlessness & anxiety gave me company during the sleepless nights
I was stuck in a deep hole as if I couldn’t move & fly
So now I’ve killed navinspoems without committing any crime
To give birth to navinspoetry, it’s my brand new sign
What’s the point of light & darkness if I can’t show my phases of different kinds
I hope you’ll keep supporting my poetry with your presence & radiant shine

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A Poem – My Bits

Poems about anger, Poems about recovery

I know you feel that I screw your head with my crazy snapping bit
Just don’t misinterpret by interrupting me, you’re making me insane & very sick
Just don’t tell me to leave or zip my lyrically slippery lips
I’ll then turn everything into gloomy shades of ashes, coz I’m simply so lit
So don’t make me glare at you with my demon eyes, your ground will burn & then split

I’ll spin my twisted pen to scribble alphabe(a)ts on your sensitive skin
I’ll flip out on you if you play plain judge when you sit on that judgemental seat
I’ll mentally hammer you down under the surface with the firing words that I spit
I’ll slit you into pieces with my edgy skills if you match my level of devil so big
So stay away from me before I pour your floor with the intense flow of my bleeding ink

I do trip every now & then when I keep loosing my weakend grip
I do hit hard on my ground & damage my brain, full of spots & pits
You see, healing with time is nothing but just a believable myth
If I’d simply sit back in my pit & wait for life to turn so slick
Nothing will ever change & I’ll remain a freaking sick

I’m trying to gather my pieces in peace to make a proper fit
So I’ll keep ripping my skin to stitch every single bit
To steer my unbalanced wheels for this wicked trip with no tricks
I promise, I’m gonna be around for the family in thick & thin
Jitter & sparks in my messy circuit but there’s no switch yet to make me quit

—– My Bits —–

My Bits is a poem, where I’m trying to gather myself after being provoked to the monstrous level. It’s like I get blinded by my rage & then it’s very difficult for me to come out of it, especially, if others try to match my noise level. I’m suggesting others to back off when I’m in this red zone. Talking about consequences, ordering me, raising voice or similar in that moment would only make the situation worse.

In the second half of the poem My Bits, it shows how I’m learning to observe the silence closely before the storm hits, to control my snapping. Writing poetry & talking about such matters openly, helps me to heal faster and it helps others to understand to a certain extent how I see the world when I feel imbalanced, angry, insane, numb & very sick at the same time.

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Related: Poem About Brain Hemorrhage and Stroke | I See Me (1).

A Poem about…Burning the Self

Original poetry, Poems about pain

Burning the Self is a poem, through which I’m trying to set me free. Poetry helps me in resetting the eye of an I, which is often covered with pain body of different emotions.

Let me free me from my see-through & tight hold of the reins
The shining pearls I’m dripping in this beautiful & heavy rain
The clouds are dark & heavy, they are veiling my layers of pain

Crazy lines I’m scripting through the multiple black spots in my damaged brain
It’s not in vain when I say my phase is the one controlling my haunted scene
It’s like the red tint is tainted when it flows out from the inside of my stressed out veins

The way my top frame is screaming out in top form the rising rage
I go crazy when my brain blows out in pieces to ride the insanely strong waves
My mind is sometimes constrained in square shapes, I’m not able to losen my grip

Sharp thorns I’m shedding by burning the outer surface of my thick skin
Deep dents I’m hammering out of the deformed shape of my swirling face
It’s my Being standing out peacefully behind the ashes of my burning Self

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More poetry and poem about self & being: 7 Days in Hell, Bleeding Orchid (1). Giving up, a poem written during a dark hopeless time (2). Related to a poem about self and being burning.

Vincent Ehindero Blogger Award (2)

Original poetry

A few days back, I was nominated for Vincent Ehindero Blogger Award by the amazing Debby from DebbySEO. I’m deeply touched & humbled by her kind gesture. This is my second nomination for the same award this year.

For those of you, who aren’t aware of DebbySEO, please do check her blog to find the helpful tips & tricks & to know about what kind of services she offers (Search Engine Optimization is one of them). Debby is a very kind hearted & down to earth being. She would go an extra mile to help you. I happen to use her services when I decided to migrate my site/blog to another host. I couldn’t have done without her amazing help, especially when I was losing patience from time to time due to some issues, that WP couldn’t resolve. She kept her cool, calmed myself down, by assuring me that she would make my site to work, which she did. Today, Debby is more than a service provider to me & I feel very blessed knowing her.

Rules (/Guidelines):

Thank the person who nominated you with a link to their blog.
Make a post of the award (with a photo of the logo).
Post the rules (/guideline).
Ask 5-10 questions of your choice.
Nominate 10-30 other bloggers (or more) and notify them.
Follow Vincent Ehindero (to qualify for a free blog promotion and shoutout) and more blogging opportunities.

Questions from DebbySEO:

Have you been wanting to install plugins, but you think $25/mo for the WordPress package is too much? Have you considered migration to a Self-Hosted WordPress blog?
I very much wanted to install plugins & some specific themes, but I couldn’t, even though I subscribed to the premium plan. Therefore, I decided to migrate my WP.com to a self hosted WP blog as I didn’t want to pay a hefty $25/month fee.
Have you ever paid for SEO services, software or plugins? Which are your favorites?
SEO services & themes are my favorites. I’ve paid for the genuine SEO services (/organic growth). I’m not interested in fake followers & fake traffic.
Have you ever read a book that changed your life? Which ones and how did it affect you?
I bought an audio book called Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle. It’s a very powerful book, teaching the value of the only moment that exists…Now. It teaches me to live in the present…than to think of what happened in the past & what’s coming in the future. Sometimes, we miss the very moment when we live in the past or speculate about future.
If you could know the absolute and total truth to one question, what question would you ask?
I really don’t know. I believe in mysteries, magic & the unknown.
How many friends do you have on Facebook and how many actually mean something to you?
FB number is always higher than the real number. It includes the ones, you’ve known once but you still want to be in touch (don’t ask me why). But if we talk in percentage, around 50% of them actually mean something to me.
If you could ask advice from any historical figure, who would it be, and what would you ask them?
If historical figure means a politician, then it would be a waste of time. I would still not ask a question to anyone as I know, one needs to find the answers oneself. Hmm…I sound serious…
When you have 30 minutes of free-time, how do you pass the time?
From writing a poem to reading / commenting on WP to listening to music to watching some TV to sitting quietly & doing nothing. I make sure I get that 30 min a day….no matter whether it’s in the middle of the day or too late at night….it’s “me” time.

My nominees:

Anonymously Hal
Spirited Soul
Short Prose
alwayswithlovecat
erroneouschoices
Maple Leaves
Era
Rinum’s Blog
Anyone else who reads this post and wants to participate!

My questions for you:

Do you believe things happen for a reason? Or are they simply coincidences?
Is there a book that changed your life? And if so, how?
Do you practice (or believe in) meditation & mindfulness or is it some hocus-pocus-bogus?
When you have 30 minutes of free-time, how do you pass the time?
If you could go back into any period of time, what would it be?
Is pain a different kind of teacher or is it simply there to pain you, to activate the pain body?
Who’s your favorite singer/band?

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Famous Quote 1

Original poetry

I was never insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
Edgar Allan Poe

My Hissssing Eye

Original poetry

I’m so twisted when I lay down in my pit
When things grow crazy, I shed my deadly skin
I look so drop dead when I wear this new suit of scales
My hissssing eyes are wide open while you look at me in fear

Don’t gaze at me with that glare, you’re just making me insane
Just pray for your life coz you’re about to be my next prey
You simply can’t escape when I follow your shaky steps
Don’t look back at me in despair while I sway my swag

My moves are so swift when I zig-zag & spit at you in air
I’ll show you the blues when I bite you, I swear
Everything will change in that moment to the living hell
I’ll give you fits before you finally lie on your ground plain dead

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Healing my Hell

Original poetry

This poem is about how mindless I can be from time to time & how the mindful approach helps me in calming myself down. How stars can spread the glitters over the darkness. I have written a variety of poems about suffering. rehabilitation and recovery.

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