Choice

Original poetry

At times I am the bloody riot when my patterns act as a set of sharp plier that explicitly cut the delicate red wire to defuse the useless & quaky quarrel but then everything goes simply haywire and turn into the blues filled with pointy blames of hey & whys when the quiet in me detonates to the disturbed violent which isn’t the same as the conscious choice of pure violet

I can then see the greys in my big brown eyes which is obviously the craze dancing as the burning flames so wild that I start to phrase this scene as my twisted rhyme to simply brush away the pain dipped in colours so intense & loud to simply fall in place at this point in time

But when I sense all this on my screen with my closed eyes then I can tell these are just the shades of my beautiful life where I’m subconsciously digging the grave of my bleeding mind which is caged in the limitless space of the magical open skies coz everything feels so strange to my hidden but very present wise as if I were the rage beasting with my untamed deep voice but I’m just trying to breathe the inner peace in this electric current vibe so I shift the speed to reconnect with the energy of The High

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21 thoughts on “Choice”

  1. Your talent is incredible, my friend . Wow! Lines like this, keep leaving me amazed. Thanks so much.💕
    “I’m subconsciously digging the grave of my bleeding mind which is caged in the limitless space of the magical open skies”💕💕💕

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  3. Particularly the last paragraph – it gave me smiles, for as if I could see the entire movie on your screen – almost warning the outsiders, if you are seeing something on me from the outside of me, don’t even try to understand or explain – know that what you are seeing is coming from the depths of what is my beautiful life – the one that is on fire yet so cooled by consciousness itself, such vast spaces of the bleeding mind – the trickles of which are these magnificent gems that shine bright the blinding light, that gives me the momentum to connect back to the Source.
    Thoroughly brilliant prose, articulating the stark experiences and the inner workings of the minefield.
    I simply gave words to what came up in response to reading your words, sharing humbly ()

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    1. Pragalbha, you left me speechless the first time I read your beautiful words…I remained seated on my couch with that feeling…it’s the moment of awe…how humbly you said that you simply gave words to what came up in response to reading my words…you must know these aren’t just words to me…they are pure treasure…it’s your gift to connect with poetry…coz you’re very much connected to you…you are able to see me through my lines…and how beautifully & poetically you’ve written your lines…you’ve just described the essence of Choice through your words…you’re literally able to see the entire movie on my screen…this gave me smiles…& tears as well…for that I’m truly grateful to you…I’m always gonna cherish your words, dear Pragalbha…they’re filled with joy & peace 🙏✨💟💫

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      1. It is absolutely my pleasure and privilege to get to immerse and engage in your poetics, there’s only a few who understand and express this nature of inner geography.

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  7. Only you Navin (I say this a lot) can write like this…with deep clarity of mind even in a rage moment, you see yourself so clearly and you know how to, “defuse the useless & quaky quarrel” You, who find light in darkness, and sometimes are overwhelmed by colors, always in the end..even with your “rage beasting” (LOVE that turn of phrase) you DO know how to shift speeds..You are one of the most self aware poets,I have ever read..You will get to that energy of “The High” You know how to… your poetry shows me that. Bravo my friend!

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    1. Such beautiful & heart touching words…only you can write them, dear Karima…the “funny” part is that I could be the observer observing myself in such moments…things look clearer to me when I do so coz I’m able to separate myself from my pain-body…you’re very kind when you say “You are one of the most self aware poets,I have ever read..You will get to that energy of “The High” You know how to… your poetry shows me that.”…we all are on our journey, where destination is the journey itself….where The High is always present…we get disconnected at times…thank you very much for reflecting on my writing…I’m honoured & delighted ✨🙏💫💟

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  8. Wow Navin such amazing poetry well delivered with incredible metaphors!

    SO MANY GREAT LINES!
    💖💖🌻🙏
    “the shades of my beautiful life where I’m subconsciously digging the grave of my bleeding mind which is caged in the limitless space of the magical open skies coz everything feels so strange to my hidden but very present wise”

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  9. You’re poems are so deep and raw, filled with pain and the possibility of transcendence; and, this one has a powerful style. I adore it, dearest Navin. 🙏🌺🥰✨❤️

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