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



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The Rhapsody

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

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My Transparent Cloth

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


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Trust

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…


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Fireworks

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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Public Service

Some politicians perform certain kind of public service where they dice & serve food to people

This food is tender not firm, well done & sometimes smoked and quite unique for the buds

These people take some time to realize their size is significantly minimized. It’s them who’ve been sliced & diced

Such politicians make people chew each other for their own benefit. This is how they serve. Cannibalism of a different type


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Spoken Word Poetry – The Mourn Sky (YouTube channel)

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I can clearly recall the night when this poem came to me. The sleepless night & restlessness in me with those memories turned into this poem and my night into morning. Creating spoken word of ‘The Mourn Sky’ is another baby-step forward towards letting go & to see a glimpse of love in pain ✨❤️💫

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Spoken Word Poetry – Trip-Track (YouTube channel)

Trip-Track is a very special poem to me, that I published on 2nd November 2019. This is what I wrote back then – “Words are simply flowing in me. I feel such a crazy need to scribble this poem. I’m sensing something at subconscious level. I can feel, I’m going to walk on a burning track soon. I don’t know why I feel that. I’m perhaps connected to The Almighty, which is telling me something is coming my way. So better “pack your baggage”.”

On 7th November 2019, my left hand was kinda “sleeping”. First I dropped the car keys & then a plate & later I couldn’t press remote control buttons. I was thinking ‘ok, that’s something new’ – a weird feeling. I contacted acute medical helpline & soon I was rushed to the hospital where I was diagnosed with brain haemorrhage on the right side. It was at this moment I realized why the higher energies made me write Trip-Track & I was like WOW even though I was in OUCH condition.

The bleeding has taken away a few things from me but in return, it has given me the biggest gift, which is to live in the moment & not to worry about the next one – the future. On top, I’m finally able to see & know me. I’m not saying it’s still not challenging for me to live with the critical sickness. But it’s like I had to go through this all to finally wake up from the sleep. Now mindful baby-steps is my leap. Reset button was pressed by the Almighty.

I consider 7th November as my second birth date & that’s why I published my poetry collection – Lightning Rhymes on 07/11/2021. Trip-Track is a part of my book.

My intention isn’t to earn sympathy, that sorry / sad / bad feeling or any of that sort. It’s only a sharing from my heart to yours. I hope you’d enjoy listening to this piece of mine. Thank you very much ✨❤️💫

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Wrong

I’ve been punched on the face with guilt several times
I’ve been wronged with fingers, lips & those questioning eyes
I even believed what I was told coz I was weak, I won’t deny
But I’ve learnt with time to stand tall & true in low & high tides

It seems everyone’s life has turned pale coz of my dirty screen
As if I’m the only reason of the suffering, pain & the screams
As if it’s me who’s injecting anger with that pointy syringe
As if I’m the one grilling the skin with my charcoaly heat

I was once asked ‘howcome I haven’t learnt anything when I was about to die?’
And why I was still snapping even when my wires were twisted & dire
At that time I felt as if I was the witness of my own bloody trial
Today that picture has changed & I think, I’m able to breathe the inner silence

If people haven’t confronted you before, then everything has its first time
Try to take off those ego-lenses & look closely in the eco-iris, is my advice
Several answers you might find floating freely in that liquid shine
The rest you’d discover gradually when the self will see the very I

I am neither a RoboCop, who arrests nor a Terminator, who shreds
And I accept that I commit mistakes coz I too have a human shade
But I am constantly upgrading me with the only constant while I defrag
But if you still wanna point finger at me, then be my middle finger guest

Note: “you” in this poem doesn’t mean you – the reader


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Spoken Word Poetry – Automatic (YouTube channel)

This poem is about how I find myself connected to the outside world & so called reality through my experiences & the inner battles.

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Thank you very much for listening to me…Much love ✨❤💫


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