The Lone Tree

My brain cells are circular stencils of different instances that keep swirling when I stand still

My pain cell that I’m caged in is appearing under the dark light on a rice sheet as I pencil

The visual of this projected engraving is caved in when I drone me to sea my senses

This heavy feeling is laminated under the thin film with cold heat of the sensitive relations

My blood streams very slowly when the noisy surroundings cross ways to wrong me

This reality is so astounding & extraordinary when I reel it on my mind screen

The balance is swinging on thin time string as my heart speaks with silent beats

My words leave the branches as the red leaves coz it’s the fall season of this lone tree

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Spoken Word – The Edge (republished)

I’m sharing my very first spoken word, that I posted on 10th December 2020 on my WordPress blog. I don’t know why I’m doing so all of a sudden but there could be several reasons – from reminiscence to reflection.

The Edge is a poem about my struggles during that time. On 7th November 2019 I was hit by brain hemorrhage on the right side. Over 1 year had passed by but it was definitely not easy for me to fully accept, understand & live with this new reality. The feeling of broken & repaired at the same time. It just didn’t affect me alone but my surroundings as well, including the family. I could see this struggle on my inner screen as flow of images. So I decided to write those images in the form of this freestyle poetry. These words became so intense, at least in my head, that I felt like recording it in my voice. I didn’t know how to create spoken word back then. I didn’t bother searching it either coz I wanted to create this spoken word immediately, with whatever technical knowledge / tools I had. So I recorded my voice on my phone, created a Powerpoint presentation on my laptop, played the voice recording on it, timed the PP slides to sync with my voice & capture this all as a video through a free screen recorder software. I’m presenting the same original spoken word to you all.

Please put sound on…

I sit sharp on the edge of my bench in the dark with a hatchet in my hand to break open my senses & to claim that my pain in the veins is not vain but insane

But I get so mad & a bit sad when I spread metal scraps on myself coz then I bleed the beads so discreet on my crease to decrease the misery

So I feel quite shaky as if my skin is so thin like a leaf & it starts to burn instantly to create the debris that comes out from the heat of the seed

I’m torn at my core that I feel this need to ease & burn my peace into pieces on the street that’s filled with so many deep & some holes unseen

So I scream in infinity with my fluctuating beat coz I can’t simply breathe & it seems I’m the beast hinged to the scene of the shattered dream

I relapse on my screen coz this all feel so diseased when I see this degree of release & then I step explicitly into the bed of fire to become the deceased

But then I focus on to drop my sores with the source of my scope in this hope that one day I’ll for sure end this whole to simply blow everything to the pure

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I published my book on 7th November 2021 – exactly 2 years after the bleeding. It’s my second birth or perhaps the first real one.

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Gunshots

Two men were talking outside
They weren’t agreeing on something, it’s obvious
It then turned into an open & heated quarrel
This picture changed its course right away
One of the men lost it coz he was unwired
His uneasy mind suddenly began to short circuit
The feeling to kill other guy, to make him forever quiet
He took his gun out & pointed it at this guy’s body

Pap Pap
Pause
Painful cry
And then
Pure silence
Gunshots were fired
Blood all over the place & now that man was quietly lying
He got shot on the street in broad daylight

Hang on with me to see another scene, I’m not just rhyming
A young kid got his eye on this piece of iron
His eyes were fixed on his automatic rifle
He’s not happy, so he was simply smiling
Deep down he’s actually something planning
He was visualizing the scene in his twisted mind
He looked at the firearms last time & he switched off the light
Next day was the very day he was gonna use the deadly toys
He checked everything meticulously in the morning
He drove to this school in his car filled with firearms
His eyes were dead, he was filled with pure violence
He got off the car loaded with bullets & rifle
He was walking in the hallway like the storm so soundless

Rat-Tat-Tat
Was the sound echoing in the sky
Several kids were wounded in the school this time
Some of them were already dead & some were slowly dying
The horrific bloody scene was so alive
Terror
Trauma
Fear
Panic
Screams
They were hiding & crying
At some point 911 was dialled
They said cops were on their way, they were soon arriving
The skies were then roaring with so many sirens
Police & ambulances were coordinating & tactically lining
The killer was still spraying bullets like water droplets
Maximum destruction in his head, he kept firing
Innocent kids covered in blood, they kept dying

Such horrendous incidents every other day has become so common
Pap Pap, Rat-Tat-Tat, Bang-Bang are the sounds so common
Killings due to disagreements, racism, mental instability & more are so common
Gun violence in the name of self protection is so common
This abnormal behaviour has become so bloody common
Every other person owns the gun is so very common
Government condenm such incidents & then move on is so very common
Empty talks but no action is the scene so very common

The superpower on the surface of this world but truly powerless at the bottom
Not providing a decent life to the citizens ain’t no superpower
Trillions of dollars on warfare but poor for own people is the problem
Not looking at the root cause to see why this all is happening is the problem
Walking blindly on the river of blood & tears is the huge problem
Accepting this so very common phenomenon is the very problem
40 k per year on an average dying alone in USA due to crazy gun violence
When is it ever gonna end, why are people so helpless & blinded?
Open your eyes to bring that change, you’ve got the power

Every single life matters!


There are n number of different scenarios…I’m highlighting only 2 of them…this poem is purely my view…there’s no political agenda…all I’m saying is that this gun violence needs to end…love is all we are & we have…

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The Link

I’m sliding on this lane
Where craze is the game
This smoke in the air
Where clouds are so grey
They fly as if they race
While they hide the light rays

These drops aren’t just rain
They hit my ground with pain
The impulse to the brain
It’s crossed as in dead
The blood in the veins
The flow is to drain

I’m holding this lens
To eye the intense
But it don’t make any sense
Coz the view is in flames
It’s burning the dream
So I cry & then scream

I’m hooked to this scene
But heart isn’t some bait
I’m just lost in the breaks
So I dive in the deep
To rest & then sleep
But I can’t simply breathe

The art is to bridge
The shocks & the waves
The thread is so thin
But it’s strong as a chain
The link is the change
Where to die is to live

This picture in the frame
Where sky is so pink
As the space is so red
And love is so green
The core guides the rays
To find the lost peace

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Photo taken by myself.

Blessing

You can call me brain dead
Coz I’ve got some vain veins
Countless spots in the insane scans
They look like microscopic yin-yangs
If I describe their transparent appearance

You might stare at me why I’m showcasing this story
It’s just my way to walk on this unending staircase mindfully
It’s my way to create the space, it’s sort of my own therapy

Brain hemorrhage on the right side had brought me to 3 hospitals in 2019
I was told I was close to die when the neurosurgeon detected a second bleeding
This critical sickness had loaded me with a new baggage of mental instability
I had to relearn how to sit, stand, move, focus, sense, grip through different therapies
The nights were crazy tough with restlessness, body pain & arrows in my head feeling

Now let me switch off the lights to show you a sparked scene
One day I was sitting on a chair in my hospital room to eat my evening meal
Later I wanted to simply relax after taking those heavy pills
But I fell off my chair when I tried to stand up on my unsteady feet
I took the chair down as well coz I had absolutely no balance in me

I was struggling to elevate myself with no tactile sensation in my left arm & hand
So I started to slowly crawl on the floor towards my elevation bed
The climb to reach my bed was hard as if I were climbing the Mount Everest
Sweat on my face but I did pull myself up against the gravitational shreds
At this point I realized, I was very sick & quite damaged

I started to ask several questions to myself
Would I be able to speak with the same depth?
Would I be able to walk without losing the balance?
Would I be able to work just like the old days?
Would I be there for my loving family?
Or am I nearing the death bed, this is it – the end?
Tears began to fall coz the new state wasn’t easy to comprehend

Trip-Track was the subconscious sign prior to the bleeding I visioned
It’s a poem that came to me before this all actually happened
I felt the bleeding had a purpose, there was definitely a deeper reason
Perhaps the highest source had decided to reset my seasons
Perhaps it wanted to shock & shake me to awaken my senses

So now you know why I’m sharing this old incident
It’s not about gaining sympathy or feeling sorry for myself
It’s to see above & beyond the eye’s strength
It’s about the deeper calling & to embrace the present
It’s a blessing that I’m still wearing this body as a sacred present

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Photo taken by myself with an overlay of my scan from Nov 2019.

Reliving

I’m reliving tonight the old story
New details but absolutely no flooring
My scene isn’t sharp coz it’s very blurry
Looking downstairs is difficult, it’s pretty scary
Struggling with balance, so I walk slowly
Small explosions in my head are kinda crazy
So I pack my things while I’m so thirsty
Coz I’ve called the number & I’m quite ready

My face is stiff like skintight denim
Ambulance is on it way, it’s soon comin’
Paramedics popping questions & I’m up summing
Suffocated behind mask but I’m still breathing
No energy in me, I just wanna slip in
Driving to hospital, ambulance is reaching the drive-in
Thoughts are running while I’m buckled & resting
Am I on my way to get a new bleeding?

2.5 day later I found out (after tests, scanning & examinations), there were no signs of new bleeding.

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You may also like to read Trip-Track & Bleeding Numbers

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Stuck

Stuck in the deep
Deeply sad times
Time is running so fast
Faster than thoughts in the head
Heading to hit the wall in full speed
Speedy recovery is what we say
Saying things will be alright
All are shaken to the core
Core is losing the hope
Hoping for the best

Gates chained
Chasing the lanes
Raising the dams
Damning the senses
Facing the phases
Crawling like ants
Breathless no air
Shouting for help
Praying like insane
Catastrophe we live

Failing to play
Falling like preys
Reds in the rain
Blaming the heaven
Firing the flames
Burning the deads
Ashes are left
Smoke prevails
Soul lives
Energy is left

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A poem – Automatic

It’s simply automatic & kinda symptomatic when I’m out to see the unsystematic flow of this inner darkness when I layer myself with the transparent sheet that looks quite fantastic coz it’s ornamented with the fragments of my provocative thoughts

But the sword on my claustrophobic plot is dancing so hot as if it’s about to sore & cut open my throat to penetrate the screaming walls of my cracked fort that in reality can’t even afford the heavy blows coz then it throws the red pearls out to the shore to shut down the light of my burning core

This whole coat the unseen holes on my shaky course with the pragmatic approach to integrate the scorching arithmetic quotes by simply torching floors filled with scouting horrors with the glow of a rhythmic unknown to simply show the unmatched power of the so called smoking soul

But then this cinematic scene explodes & I freely fall on this ecstatic floor where I start transcribing my countless flaws with my crazy traumatic claws into the poetic form where I take an accelerated pause to finally get lost in the edges of my sleepless jaws to wait for another daunting but quite exotic dawn

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This Very Time

The scene changes at this very time
When darkness surrounds my every sigh
My mind then starts to whip a cry
Is this the beginning of another sleepless night?

I want to flame my burning thoughts
And I wish to tear those storm clouds
To reveal the moon full of darker spots
Was everything a dream or just a fog?

The shadowcast on my inner wall
The silhouette of my naked scars
The intensity of my dreamy eyes
Why didn’t I see the blinking lights?

The demons are crawling like tiny spiders
The surface is bleeding with shiny diamonds
The heart is beating with noisy sirens
Have I started loosing my edgy grounding?

Arrows are piercing through my lyrical mind
They’re hitting me hard & smashing my silence
I’m drowning in these waves of the lows & highs
Is that why I’m screaming these crazy rhymes?

The learning of this beautiful life
To accept the unexpected with open lines
I let loose myself to be that kind
Am I smoking into the deadly sign?

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A poem – Colorful Theme

I’m trying to close my sleepy eyes so I can finally fall asleep
And I’m covering myself in layers before I impatiently start to freeze
But my anxiety is propping me to fall hard on my once operated knees
So I end up playing in dark this reckless game of hide & scream

I’m seeing countless spots on this black & white transparent plastic sheet
My mind is bleeding red diamonds when I walk barefoot on this edgy street
My numbness is on/off frustrating me, it’s wanting me to switch on my freak
I’m turning blue, so I’m blueprinting a list if you know what I mean

Can you see my lids are carrying these bloody tears?
Can you feel my blood is boiling in my crazy heat?
Can you believe I sometimes feel like torching my entire scene?
Can you even reach when I want to bury my body infinite feet?

But then I dive into your green sea to see me with pure clarity
I play your crystal clear music to string me with sweet melody
I absorb your fine lines to levitate me with this magical imagery
I write the (U’n’I)verse of love when I sense your profound energy

I see the moon is shining with open mentality
I see the stars are burning in azure spirituality
I see the sky is evolving with colorful theme
I see the sun is beaming hope inside of me

This all reset the entire picture of my entangled reality
Love is stitching & healing my scars in peace & prosperity
I know, I’m not leaving yet coz I’ve just come out of catastrophe
You’re my sacred mirror, I can see the white light inside of me

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