The Floating Silence

It’s kinda crazy when I walk with almost an empty cartridge of this aching cartilage which is making me to lose my already weakened balance to the point of breakage but I still choose not to anchor myself to the hook of conditioned cottage coz all I want is to fall freely from the highest mountain to the deepest surroundings so I can easily harness the limitless energy when I erupt the volcanic traces of my carbonated phases in the floating silence of this oceanic darkness which is the effervescent & organic process to heal the righteous arthritis that’s trying to block the free movement of my invisible & powerful senses

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Sometimes

Sometimes my screen freezes instantly with slippery breeze of swirling intense seas & then it seems that I’m firmly sealed in this patented Rubik’s C made of patterned cubical bricks where I skip some beats when I forget to simply breathe due to high latency of my wired screams as I’m letting scenes of those caged memories to run through my tears where I fall as leaves in my sleepless dream coz I can’t fall asleep

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Brainless

I don’t know what I’m writing while I’m riding on these high & heavy waves coz it feels as if I’m the riot dressed as the dark knight that’s dicing the dark night into the liquid black diamonds to create this crazy environment that appears quite obnoxious as it starts to simply sparkle by the quiet flow of several mercury droplets that are dripping in line on quite uneven ground & merging together to form the contrasting soundless choir

I then choose to close my red eyes to empty this glass filled with edgy violence so I can make some space & listen to the storm of frozen silence that I breathe when I sit on the pilot seat in my once bled brainless but sharp carbon steel mind to take this very long turbulent flight to the figure eight shaped infinite to reach this place somewhere in between darkness & daylight where I start to flip the tinted & blurred slides under the flickering but intense light on this unknown street to reveal this crowded scene of real life


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Spoken Word – Darkness and Light

Darkness and Light
Are they states of mind?
Light in Darkness
Darkness in Light
Is it so black & white?

Diving in the Darkness
In the womb of Mother Earth
To find the safe haven
To die and rebirth
Where formless is the very Form
And timeless is the only Time
Darkness in Light
What a pure delight

Amidst Thunder and Storm
Where the dark Skies roar
The inner Volcano is about to explode
The blaze of Lightning
Penetrates deep in the Heart
To burn the Light
To show the true path

The power, the beauty, the wildness
It is the crazy dance of Light & Darkness


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cRap (edited version)

You know I can’t rap
But I want to make a wordwrap
And add a pinch of cRap
So it’d look kinda eWhack
Do you get what you’re about to snack?
No, I ain’t smoking no crack

I know this all sounds so bad
You’re thinking wtf I am at
Isn’t today’s rap sound something like that?
There’re only 5 lines that you can count on one hand
Playing those lines with auto-tuned voice is the new trend
And then they focus on the flashy video to simply distract
But it’s all just in their head if they think they got the swag

I’m just sitting on my couch & thinking about
Where’s the depth & why am I listening to this sound?
They’re missing the lyrics, the rhyming, the hook & the fluid flow
I hear no bars & there aren’t no signs of sharp claws
You see I don’t need to hit pause on their slow moving train
Rewind & then playback, to catch what they just said
They’re just mumbling, I don’t get why they say they can rap
Pure hip-hop is real-raw, it has nothing to do with mumble-noise


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Spoken Word – From Nothingness to Emptiness

I’m walking on this path where the scene is changing constantly or at least, this is how it appears

I pierce the pillars of ice, fire, storm, rocks, rain, brain, waves, wires, pliers, rhythm, blues & nothing

I’m cold, hot, freezing, burning, humid, sensitive, sensible, lonely, connected, sage, insane, rough, fine, pain, joy & nothing

That nothing is everything when I sense this empty field with my closed eyes & when I sea it with the eyes opened

So often I’m calmly, mindfully, open heartedly surrounded by the surrendering & nurturing nature herbs of this supernatural Universe

Acceptance plays an important role in order to roll forward towards the highest order, which is unconditional love for myself & for the different reflections of me in the form of other human beings in my life that I see in the mirror of my I

High I am not at this or any other point of time where I type systematically the stereotyped lines that might act as the synthetic steroid to my ego muscle that proclaims that I’m the shine of the divine

The sign that I’m trying to light by switching the noise of high screams with the sensitive sound of sighs is to reveal that my ground could be the breathtaking landscape but it could also be the heartbreaking landslide

But to hide in the depths or the heights of the tides is not me & my type even when I can’t subside my pain side that I tend to subconsciously subscribe coz I’m not always able to be in oneness with nothingness

Needless to point this attention at the pointed needle which at times is ready to prick my demons stored in my cloud brain, that are kinda ready to devour every single vowel to break the meaningful words into meaningless carnage

The damage they cause in that coarse course is colossal that it’s close to irreparable but I still prepare myself by prepaying the cost of the vibrational effect from my different reflections by catching my own breath, which in reality is to reconnect with my senses to reset & dissolve my scene in the very present but perhaps it’s already too late coz I feel that I’m sitting with nothing but emptiness

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Stripes

I’m standing infront of this mirror
Looking at my own reflection
Light & dark is the appearance
The outside is simply shivering
The sensation is sort of feverish
The inside is burning with lyrics

You see my mind is complex, pyramid
It’s kind of unique, mysterious
Some paths lead to crazy, delirious
A few takes to a dead spot, haemorrhage
There’s no escape from there, period
But the eye is dripping transparent, spirit

Perception & the ground has changed instantly
My I sees & observes microscopic mindfully
Jigsawing forms to create meaningful empty
Seesawing the thoughts to find the CoG
Connecting with the source to sea the deep
Stripes on my back coz I’m the still beast

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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.