Tag: Poetry

A Poem – Images

Dark poetry, Original poetry, Poems about aggression, Poems about pain

I am a ticking bomb but I don’t want to really snap
This ground is shaking, it’s just me not the quake
I look like a solid rock but I’m crashing down to simply crack

The countless spots in my scan, are like bullets fired at close range
This image is burned into my head, where I’m shooting with my rage
I’m trying to find my peace but it’s hiding behind those layers

When I stare at my ribcage, I see a broken heart & a broken face
If only I could cut open my chest to let loose my inner pain
I’m screaming loud in closed space so my heart can finally escape

I see this picture up in my head where I’m lying down on my bed
Publishing my last lines on wordpress & texting goodbye to my friends
Talking one last time to my family while my soul is about to ascend in air

I’m not afraid of death & honestly, I haven’t given up on my myself
I’m just enraged coz I can’t always fix the pieces of my broken frame
So I get engaged with my demons to char them into burning flames

I’m losing balance on my tricky track, so I pause to take a deep breath
To simply sense my manic phase, it feels as if I’m breaking into flakes
One day the fire will penetrate & change everything into smoke & ash

—– A poem – Images —–

A poem – Images is about how I feel from time to time. I’m impatient coz it’s not easy to deal with my condition & sometimes, I fall in the deep hole, where I’m picturing my own death. It doesn’t mean I look negative at my situation & my life. I accept these moments as they too are equally important & there’s place to feel them in my system. Life isn’t just positivity, happiness & sunshine 24/7. There’s also space for anxiety, sadness, pain & darkness and some other shades. I don’t believe in hiding & I’m not ashamed how I feel. Light or dark, sunshine or rain, clear or cloudy sky have their meaning & importance.

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Please check these poems as well: (1) Ocean by Desert flower, (2) Loosing It

For more information on original poetry, I encourage you to check the Home and About me pages.

A Poem: Unmask

Dark poetry, Original poetry, Passionate poems

I often find myself caught
In the middle of my thoughts
When I sit in the dark
I then take heavy shots
At my cage full of spots

When I stare at burning stars
It feels as if I’m a frozen dot
I’m restless on my ground
The tears then I freely drop
From the eyes of my heart

The waves & the shocks
The flash & the sparks
I rise then I fall
My flesh bleeds when I walk
The pain speaks to me loud

The chains cut my song
The layers I then rip apart
The patterns hit me hard
The disc cracks & it parts
The track trips my path

I scratch scars with my claw
My demons in me freely crawl
I’m hungry but I simply starve
So I scream & then I roar
I’m this wild animal so raw

I’m imperfect full of flaws
My ink leaks as I jot
My poetry isn’t just the art
It’s my life that I prompt
It’s my soul that I unmask

—– Unmask —–

Unmask is a poem about being naked; being real with my thoughts & emotions. I don’t believe in hiding my face (/phase) & it simply doesn’t matter how I look coz I’ve finally come to know who I am. I often find myself caught in these thoughts that why people need to fake it. Is it to please others or is it about living in self-denial? It doesn’t mean, I don’t try to work hard on myself to be the better version & to simply evolve. It’s about being transparent & real about how I really sense & feel from my pov.

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Please check these poems as well: (1) Fire by Harsh, (2) Set me free

For more information on original poetry, I encourage you to check the Home and About me pages.

A poem & a sketch by my friends

Original poetry

This poem was written by my dear friend on my b’day on 11th October. But I’ve saved it for today as today is the day of my rebirth. Exactly 1 year back, I was rushed to the hospital – I was hit by brain hemorrhage. I believe strongly there was a deeper meaning to come so close to death, especially after another bleeding in bleeding while I was admitted; to feel numb; to lose my senses. It’s my wake-up call.

I’m learning to take one step at a time, to balance physically & mentally, to accept my outer & inner self and be the change for my own & others sake. No matter what, I don’t try to hide even though I’m full of sharp & imperfect edges. I couldn’t have come so far without the support & love from my family, friends, colleagues, therapists & you all – my readers & I’m whole heartedly thankful for that.

A special thanks to Nitin for this heartfelt poem in hindi & to T.V.S.S. Anand, for sketching me back then. We did engineering together from the same institute. We’re still close friends, along with our other college mates…it’s a blessing to have friends in life…time & geographic location are simply an illusion…the energy flows…it’s the higher connection.

यारो का यार है वो इमोशनल समझदार है वो

हर महफिल में शामिल वो रहता
तोल मोल कर अपनी बात वो कहता

जज़्बातों को समेट कर कविता बनाता है वो
दिल के राज़ इशारों में जताता है वो
Smile उसकी दिलो को जीत लेती है ,
मैं नही, लड़कियां ये कहती हैं

क्रिकेट ग्राउंड हो या टैंक का टॉप
क्लास में मस्ती हो या ड्राइंग का संताप
सेशनल का टोपो हो या ड्राफ्टर की उधारी
Ultimates के साथ खूब निभाई यारी

‘पापड़ खानी’ बोलो या “सिंधी”, “और भाया” कहकर टाल देता है ,
पर गांधी नही कि एक गाल पर मारो तो दूसरा गाल देता है।

गुस्सा आये तो सेंटी भी हो जाता है
रौद्र रूप भरी कविता लिखने में खो जाता है।

किस्मत के सापों और सीढ़ियों से पहुंच गया। डेनमार्क
और घर मे ही बना डाला चिल्ड्रन्स पार्क

सशा सोफस निलय इसके दिल मे बसते है।
मैंगो और मुर्गियों के साथ दिन सुकून से कटते है।

और जब हिंदी में बड़बड़ाने का कीड़ा काटता है
तो ग्रुप के अधर्मियों को Vegan का ज्ञान बाँटता है।

लंबू अमिताभ सा सुपरस्टार है वो
यारो का यार, इमोशनल समझदार है वो।

और कैसे मनायें तेरे जन्मदिन को
हैप्पी बर्थडे ‘माणिक’ नवीन को।

नितिन

Translated in english by Nitin’s daughter:

A great friend, his emotional quotient is unmatched

The cynosure at every party
Expresses himself with weighed words

Deep thoughts conveyed through his poems
Secrets from his heart become the ink on paper
His smile wins the heart of everybody
Not me, it’s the ladies who say this

On the cricket ground or top of a tank
Comedy in the class or tragedy in art
Copying the assignment or borrowing a drafter
He stayed by our side in all the endeavors

Tease him with his nickname, he smiles in return
But don’t expect a saint, if you toss at him a stone

When angry or frustrated, he gets sentimental
Pens down a poem filled with emotions

Through snakes and ladders of destiny, reached Denmark
Turned his beautiful home into a children’s park

Sacha, Sofus & Nilay are his heart and soul
Life is merry with his chickens and Mango, the dog

When struck by the desire to shout in his native tongue
Delivers speeches on Veganism to the uncultured lot

Towering over us like the superstar he is
A great friend, his emotional quotient is unmatched

Don’t know a better way
To wish you Manik (ruby/bead in hindi) Navin, a happy birthday

Nitin

Please do read these 3 poems:
Trip-Track is the voice from the deep, that was telling something bigger was on its way.

Bleeding Numbers was the time when my brain did bleed

The Reunion when I met all my dear mates, almost 2 years back.

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For more information on original poetry, I encourage you to check the Home and About me pages.

Intense Feelings

Love Poems, Original poetry, Passionate poems

It’s not a thought in my head, that’s what I’ve been living
You’re so real, divine & intense, my heart is simply melting
You’re whispering in my ears, your voice is pure magic

Your eyes are deep & vast ocean, I’m falling in them & sinking
Your lips are beautiful & soft, I’m loving the constant kissing
Your touches are wild & sensual, you’re driving me quite crazy

You’re with me spiritually, our souls are simply smoking
You’re the calmness deep within, it’s purely meditative
It’s not the end of intense feelings, it’s the begining

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For more information on original poetry, I encourage you to check the Home and About me pages.

Are you receiving any notifications?

Blogging

I’m having big trouble in reaching my followers after I’ve migrated my site to a new host. I’ve been in a constant touch with both WordPress & Dreamhost (my current host & not so much of a dream come true) since last 2 months. Nothing has helped. I’ve lost over 85% of my original number of followers after migration. Over 95% of the remaining followers aren’t receiving any notifications when I publish a post. They can only read if I write a comment & they click on my name. So, I’m basically invisible.

Therefore, I would like to know if you are receiving any notifications via email and when you use WordPress app on your smart devices when I publish a new post.

This is my last attempt to check with you before I permanently close navinspoems.com & open a new site.

The “funny” part is that I don’t even know if you would read this post unless I ask each & every follower individually, just like I requested most of you to re-follow my blog after the migration.

Below is the reply from WordPress :

“In order for your subscribers to receive email notifications, they must ensure they have managed their Reader > Followed Site settings for the site in question to enable “Email me new posts” as outlined in the featured image.

As a first step, I would recommend contacting your subscribers and ensure they have toggled their Reader settings appropriately to receive notifications.”

If your notification setting is already enabled & you still don’t receive any notification, then “Houston, I have a problem…..Mayday”. If not, then I still have some hope.

Please let me know by COMMENTING on this post such that I can refer to this link when I contact WordPress next time. This post will help me in taking the decision of either keeping or shutting my current site down. I’ll of course open a new site if my current site can’t be saved.

Thank you kindly for your big help 🙏❤️

A Poem – My Bits

Poems about anger, Poems about recovery

I know you feel that I screw your head with my crazy snapping bit
Just don’t misinterpret by interrupting me, you’re making me insane & very sick
Just don’t tell me to leave or zip my lyrically slippery lips
I’ll then turn everything into gloomy shades of ashes, coz I’m simply so lit
So don’t make me glare at you with my demon eyes, your ground will burn & then split

I’ll spin my twisted pen to scribble alphabe(a)ts on your sensitive skin
I’ll flip out on you if you play plain judge when you sit on that judgemental seat
I’ll mentally hammer you down under the surface with the firing words that I spit
I’ll slit you into pieces with my edgy skills if you match my level of devil so big
So stay away from me before I pour your floor with the intense flow of my bleeding ink

I do trip every now & then when I keep loosing my weakend grip
I do hit hard on my ground & damage my brain, full of spots & pits
You see, healing with time is nothing but just a believable myth
If I’d simply sit back in my pit & wait for life to turn so slick
Nothing will ever change & I’ll remain a freaking sick

I’m trying to gather my pieces in peace to make a proper fit
So I’ll keep ripping my skin to stitch every single bit
To steer my unbalanced wheels for this wicked trip with no tricks
I promise, I’m gonna be around for the family in thick & thin
Jitter & sparks in my messy circuit but there’s no switch yet to make me quit

—– My Bits —–

My Bits is a poem, where I’m trying to gather myself after being provoked to the monstrous level. It’s like I get blinded by my rage & then it’s very difficult for me to come out of it, especially, if others try to match my noise level. I’m suggesting others to back off when I’m in this red zone. Talking about consequences, ordering me, raising voice or similar in that moment would only make the situation worse.

In the second half of the poem My Bits, it shows how I’m learning to observe the silence closely before the storm hits, to control my snapping. Writing poetry & talking about such matters openly, helps me to heal faster and it helps others to understand to a certain extent how I see the world when I feel imbalanced, angry, insane, numb & very sick at the same time.

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© 2020 Navin’s Poetry. All rights reserved.

Related: Poem About Brain Hemorrhage and Stroke | I See Me (1).

A Poem – My Bits

Poems about anger, Poems about recovery

I know you feel that I screw your head with my crazy snapping bit
Just don’t misinterpret by interrupting me, you’re making me insane & very sick
Just don’t tell me to leave or zip my lyrically slippery lips
I’ll then turn everything into gloomy shades of ashes, coz I’m simply so lit
So don’t make me glare at you with my demon eyes, your ground will burn & then split

I’ll spin my twisted pen to scribble alphabe(a)ts on your sensitive skin
I’ll flip out on you if you play plain judge when you sit on that judgemental seat
I’ll mentally hammer you down under the surface with the firing words that I spit
I’ll slit you into pieces with my edgy skills if you match my level of devil so big
So stay away from me before I pour your floor with the intense flow of my bleeding ink

I do trip every now & then when I keep loosing my weakend grip
I do hit hard on my ground & damage my brain, full of spots & pits
You see, healing with time is nothing but just a believable myth
If I’d simply sit back in my pit & wait for life to turn so slick
Nothing will ever change & I’ll remain a freaking sick

I’m trying to gather my pieces in peace to make a proper fit
So I’ll keep ripping my skin to stitch every single bit
To steer my unbalanced wheels for this wicked trip with no tricks
I promise, I’m gonna be around for the family in thick & thin
Jitter & sparks in my messy circuit but there’s no switch yet to make me quit

—– My Bits —–

My Bits is a poem, where I’m trying to gather myself after being provoked to the monstrous level. It’s like I get blinded by my rage & then it’s very difficult for me to come out of it, especially, if others try to match my noise level. I’m suggesting others to back off when I’m in this red zone. Talking about consequences, ordering me, raising voice or similar in that moment would only make the situation worse.

In the second half of the poem My Bits, it shows how I’m learning to observe the silence closely before the storm hits, to control my snapping. Writing poetry & talking about such matters openly, helps me to heal faster and it helps others to understand to a certain extent how I see the world when I feel imbalanced, angry, insane, numb & very sick at the same time.

If you liked this post please like, comment, subscribe and follow my poems on social media.

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You can also reach me by clicking on the contact page.

© 2020 Navin’s Poems. All rights reserved.

Related: Poem About Brain Hemorrhage and Stroke | I See Me (1).