flow – Navin's Poetry

Happy & Healthy New Year

Every single moment is a new moment for you & me
Soon 2024 will arrive, leaving behind 2023
May the drops from the past fill the glass with acceptance, love & peace
May the pain in the dark transforms into the stars that guide us to simply be
May the flame of the core fuels the whole to manifest the magical dreams
May the formless soul remains the sole source of the divine eternally
Wishing You A Very Happy & Healthy New Year, Beautiful Being

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The Mourn Sky

Original poetry, Publications

I’m sharing the second poem that was published in Adelaide Literary Magazine’s No.61 issue, October 2023…l hope you’d enjoy reading – The Mourn Sky ✨🌕💫☀️

The Mourn Sky

I haven’t slept a minute the whole night
Coz I’m stuck with me in this lost fight
The restlessness in me is like a landslide
Reminiscing the scenes with my wet eyes

I know the reality, it’s so black-white
I still dream if the things were otherwise
The longing to kiss the lips at times
The feeling to simply melt when I hold tight

It takes me to this place with warm light
I can’t even speak this moment coz I’ve no voice
So I touch buttons on my screen to flow rhymes
To dissolve the feelings while I see the mourn sky

I know my reality, it’s my own choice
Coz the purpose of me is to give life
To live from the deep is to keep dying
The love grows in me like a beautiful child

I haven’t closed my lids this whole time
But it’s time to wake up is the inner calling
To shed my skin made of wants & desires
But I’m just a human, I too bleed & sigh

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The Source

Original poetry

I had written down this poem in May 2023 when I actually experienced this all…I decided not to post it at that time…Instead, I posted ‘The Story’…you’re welcome to check it out if you haven’t already read it…this poem is like the second part of The Story…it’s about what was happening inside of me…today seems the right time to finally post this poem (with some fine tuning)…coz sometimes, you relive the old scenes…they appear as if that incident has just happened…so, that’s what I’m sharing with you..and please don’t worry…coz my condition is sort of stable brainwise ✨🤍💫

The Source

His forehead was sweaty
His eyes were blurry
His face was stiffening
He couldn’t even speak
His arm was numb already
His legs felt so weak
He walked as if he were tipsy
Coz he was very dizzy
He lost his balance suddenly
But it’s the world that seemed shaky
His mates held him instantly
They guided him to the chair in vicinity
So he could sit down coz he was uneasy
They were keeping an eye on him constantly
One was pushing the numbers coz it’s an emergency

He kept sweating drops
He was slipping down
From the chair he was sitting on
He was getting frustrated now
Old memories were flashing raw
Inside he was crumbling down
He was struggling to express in words In that moment he wasn’t alone at all
Everybody seemed to have the worried sound
The paramedics were reaching fast
He was mentally preparing for another bout
He was screaming in his mind so loud
This crazy battle was once again very on
But it was slowly wearing him down
Another ride in the EMS towards the red zone

Oh
It was happening again
Thoughts
Were running in his head
Up
No, he couldn’t get up
Nope
He wasn’t giving up easily
Hope
He always had with him
But
He was still mad at him
Coz
He couldn’t do anything
Caught
In this situation once again
Cause
He didn’t know anything yet

Still
He was sitting in silence
Now
He was quitely present
Family
He was thinking of constantly
Focused
He was in touch with himself
Visualizing
He would press the button reset
Breathing
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The free flow of air in his body
Composed
Even when everything looked impossible
Key
Unlocking himself from the gripping patterns
Being
Reconnecting with the source of the highest power

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Pancakes

Original poetry

On my kitchen floor I stand still
A thought appears at a normal bandwidth
When I start mixing the fine flour with
Eggs, salt, beer & some oat milk
To make batter for the pancakes
While I tune-in to some old tracks

But I’m sure you can already sense that
It’s not about cooking golden brown pancakes
I’m simply shaking the manmade pain can
Without triggering the vapours escape my brain cells
It’s my way to ‘handle with care’ the fragile caged self
It’s to pencil the portrait of my shaded landscape

Pain & I know each other better than the pen-friends
We used to play hide & scream quite often back then
That led to fluctuating beat underneath the bare chest
There were times when we used to play the game of plain chess
The swift moves we framed on those black & white squared shapes
To win the battle through defence / attack in a split splash

Didn’t know I was battling against myself through those matches
The Pawn, Knight, Bishop, Rook, Queen & King were my own images
I realized it was never about winning, losing or those checkmates
The key was to keep myself in check with acceptance at a mindful pace
Coz I know, there will always be pain in one or the other way
But there will also be love in several forms in this Milky Way

By the way, I wasn’t cooking those pancakes for myself
I was flipping me to observe different dimensions in this heating process

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The Deep Ocean

Original poetry

I see you so clear
Your sense is so real
The flow in the veins
It all feels so intense
Looking at the sky
Shaken to the very core
The beats fluctuate
The ground resonates
Listening to its tiny voice
Giving attention and warmth
Accepting it whatever it is
Irrespective of its form
Feeling weak and little broken
Wearing bare skin without layers
I am no one but an explorer
Searching myself in the deep ocean