A poem – Burning the Soul

It could be difficult to see that every single moment can be a struggle if lived from the shallow. On the other hand, life can be a flow if every moment is lived from the deep. I happen to seesaw quite a lot.

heal focus

Curves on my scene
Writing on the screen

Spots in my brain
Mending the frame

Numbness in arm
Playing the b-ball

Sweating on forehead
Focusing like insane

Restless is my mind
Resting to thrive

Snapping the strings
Isolating in my crib

Losing my skin
Feeling so sick

Death in my voice
Tearing ocean to dive

Burning the soul
Stomping the floor

Staring at stars
Sensing the void

Closing my eyes
Balancing the path

Beasting the art
Beats of my heart

—– Burning the Soul —–

Burning the Soul is a poem about my struggle. I fall, I rise & then I fall again. I don’t rise every single time. Sometimes I need help & sometimes I keep trying until I rise again. It’s a learning process if I look at the things from one angle. It’s a new way of living this life if I look deeper. Everything appears so tough & difficult from time to time and yet every single thing can be simple, beautiful & mindful. I do have two different pairs of spects – i) to look only upto the surface, ii) to see through the layers. I use them both from tip to toe, depending on my state of mind / heart.

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Please check these poems as well: (1) Drop-dead, (2) Magnificent Bastards by YouLittleCharmer

Thanks to runjidoesart for letting me use digital image of her beautiful painting.

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42 thoughts on “A poem – Burning the Soul”

  1. Naviv..Navin..Navin…your poetry reaches me from afar and touches me that much deeper…🙏🏼🖤❤

  2. My dearest Navin, you are one of the most talented poet I’ve ever read. The power of this poem is unbelievable. The rhythm and the imagery are splendid:

    Losing my skin
    Feeling so sick

    Death in my voice
    Tearing ocean to dive

    Burning the soul
    Stomping the floor

    “I need help & sometimes I keep trying until I rise again. It’s a learning process” I think I know. Sending plenty of love across the ocean. May you always be able to rise. May you always shine.
    Yours
    G.

    1. Dearest Gabriela, wonderful words from wonderful you….thank you from my heart for your support all the way….it means a world to me….Sending you love & chocolates….❤️✨🍫

  3. My dearest Navin🙋‍♀️ Ur words r like cries for the old way while u r reaching to keep up with the slower pace of the new way. We all fall…stumble…fall again…get up. U r a solid soul and theres noone like u anywhere 😘 I adore u dearest

    1. Dearest Keza, what an array of beautiful words from you….it touched my heart deeply….they mean a lot to me….thank you whole heartedly….Much love ❤️ ✨ 😘

    1. You’re too kind….calling me a talented writer….I just write the things I feel, experience & realize deep within….have a beautiful weekend, free bird ❤️

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