Original poetry – Navin's Poetry

Threaded Lyrics

I’m grooving neat to this catchy beat with my achy knees and shaky feet in an empty street as if I’m a sleepy beast who quietly breathes to subtly release the silky screams which are burning dreams while I’m sweating seas coz I’m slitting themes with my edgy ink to slowly reveal the vivid scene but then I quickly freeze coz I missed few things so I replay this reel to closely see that fluid frill that’s crazy real and it makes me bleed the crimson beads that are pouring free onto an empty sheet to fill it with the filleted strip of these threaded lyrics that are stitching skin with a pointy spear to the sacred feel of the holy spirit

The Rhapsody

Original poetry

Up is the energy
Down goes the insanity
Brain is a tapestry
Tangible is the tragedy
Right is the travesty
Words don’t write poetry
Flow is the rhapsody
Demons live till eternity
Fire melts the rigidity
Ashes reveal the clarity
Storm is pure serenity
Directness is true modesty
Unknown is the reality
Universe levitates in duality

My Transparent Cloth

Original poetry

I’m sitting silently in the magical dark
Looking outside through the spotless glass
The sky is sparkling with the burning stars
Staring closely at my special past
The slow digging of my several scars
The scene is deep & kind of vast
The slo-mo movie of my own thoughts
The daunting effect of those shaky clouds
The infinite number of terrifying falls
A few were undoubtedly my flawless flaws
At some places I was dented & falsed
But back then I didn’t use the mental floss
So the holes started to constantly form
A few shallow & some deeper slots
The unbearable pain in my heavy heart
Back then I couldn’t see me in my own orbs
I was scared to stand for myself, tower tall
Low in confidence would make me hold my talk
The suppressed energy was my opaque wall

After several years, a unique sensation in my block
As if I had found the key to my deadbolt lock
My eyes could see through my formless soul
The vulnerable moment was so crazy strong
Cleansing began instantly through the salty drops
My heartbeat weighed less than a single pound
Time was holding its breath & simply paused
Coz it was the first time I felt who I truly was
The sensation can’t be described in any words
It’s the new beginning with a roaring sound
Finally I understood the meaning of constant falls
It’s purely them who paved this unknown path
The one that I wholeheartedly crawl & walk
The great importance of the past in the now
These learnings I carry from dusk till dawn
The intuition is guiding me to mindfully evolve
I can now see the resemblance of stars & scars
Scars are the translucent tattoos I wear with proud
Light & dark are innate fabrics of my transparent cloth

Trust

Original poetry

You see, trust is not just a simple word
Without it, belief loses its true worth
Without T, it’s just red-brown corrosive rust

I’ve been blessed with this ability to unearth
It’s the moment when I was actually re-birthed
I became a bit brain-less and somewhat dirt

Intuition guides me to listen to the unsaid words
It’s when energy of communication stops matching the hertz
It’s when there’re too many doubts under the surface of hurt

This way trust will never rise like a serene surge
This way true love within can not be searched
One day the inner & outer vibes need to merge

I know it isn’t easy to rebuild trust if it’s broken more than once
But just don’t dwell in the stories that mind replays to reverse
Try to connect with the nature of action & reaction of verbs

And if it is still crazy difficult to truly trust
Then atleast be honest than to keep throwing the curves
Coz what’s inside matters more than the sugarcoated-crust

Trust is the foundation of any solid bond in the Universe
Family, friends, partner, pets, nature or work
Without trust, there can never be respect, openness or love

👉 This is solely my pov…am not trying to define or prove anything…everyone has their reasons to trust or not to trust…and if it’s difficult to trust a person for any reason, at least be honest & vocal about it…gather the courage to say that as it is…coz that person deserves to know it…it will only be fair to both parties…

The Sick Book

Original poetry

The alarming trick to tiptoe
On the brink of a breakthrough
The rugged texture with a slick look
The sharp edges of the sick book
The delicate pages that I flip through
The hammering story seems so dreadful
But it’s as pure as the deep truth
The raw obsidian from the red flow
Naked eyes can’t simply see through
It dawned on me when I flicked zoom
So I seized the moment with a click tool
Coz these spots aren’t just dead zones
There is life in them that breathes Om
Dark & Light are equally spiritual

Enjoy the Instagram version…I took this beautiful video of the sunset at Bornholm. A serene island of Denmark

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Fireworks

Original poetry

A unique composition of tiny matters
Tightly packed in a labeled container
Dancing spark triggers animated reaction
Liftoff in a matter of a crazy short duration
Unknown height of uncontrolled levitation
Piercing the clouds of smoking dimension
Fireworks in the sky with a deafening explosion
Observing this scene in super slow motion
A swirling pattern is the new revelation
Unleashing sacred demon in Universal creation

To me, sacred demon is a zen master of different kind…this kind can be found in the pain-body, illness, suffering, difficult moments, imbalance or anything else of that sort…the whole perspective changes when one comes in contact with it…

Sacred demon is guiding me to…

look deeper…
observe & learn…
walk slower than the slowest if needed…
have a mindful approach…
take one breath at a time & forget about the rest…
appreciate the value of every word & step…
appreciate what I have at present than to focus on what I could have
see the beauty of this life

That’s the purpose of sacred demon in my eyes…but one has to “pay” to see this way…to reach this place…it’s crazy difficult at times but it’s not impossible if one is determined…this is how I see it…if I were seeing it as just a demon, then the whole story would be different…coz then it would simply “eat” me alive in no time…

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I’ll be back soon

Original poetry

I have been away from IG & WP for a while
Haven’t been reading and writing poetry
Nor have I checked art of other forms
Still need to reply to your comments
No, I haven’t forgotten anything
Yeah, I do miss everything
Including the interaction
But I’ll be back soon
My health is stable
So no worries
Take care
Wishes
Love
✨

Spoken Word – ‘Where do feelings go after they die?’ by Nadia | Narrated by Navin

Original poetry, Spoken Word

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I’ve always enjoyed Nadia’s spoken word, who is from the Instagram world…the poetry community over there knows that she has a beautiful, expressive & hypnotic voice…so when she asked me to read this piece of hers, I agreed pretty fast…here’s why…normally, I don’t say “yes” just like that coz I’m no spoken word artist…I need to feel & sense the lines before I even think in that direction…I did read Nadia’s piece out loud in my room back then when she had posted it on her insta page…I simply loved the feel & the flow of her words…it created a certain sound in me…that’s what I’ve tried to present through this collab…I hope you would enjoy this spoken word on my YouTube channel.