Poetry – Page 24 – Navin's Poetry

A Kiss from The Devil

Whisper kiss of yours
On my lips is crazy
You’re the devil
Sitting next to me
Covered in pure beauty
You’re so sharp & curvy
Curving the formless at me
Confronting the demons in me

Panic is summoned
Anxiety is entering
I’m now willing
To kiss your evil
To breathe you in me
Your eyes are burning
Your hunger is thirsty
Your teeth are feasting

My flesh is beasted
The blood is streaming
It’s all so dirty
My neck is tainted
The floor is painted
Your hold has tightened
But I’m not frightened
You are so enchanting

The impression of yours
Tattooed on my neck
Deep pain is agony
I want you desperately
To pain me tremendously
To draw your devil on me
With the red ink I bleed
Ecstasy is creeping

Enlightened by your devil
Tormented from head to toe
Fragmented is my peace
This picture is so lively
But if you can’t sense it
Then it’s insanely deadly
I’m loving every moment
A kiss from the devil

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Sacred Connection

Original poetry

It’s a story of this unique kind
Naked spirit & so divine
Full of energy, a playful type
A real handful at certain times
Not afraid of jumping from the skies
The sensitive soul in fluctuations & noise
Is the purest blessing in innocent disguise
Love the passion in the beautiful big eyes
Expresses the joy & pain in hyper ways

A new colorful day begins
Under the shining blue stars
The intense fire is burning
In deep space with black holes & scars
Striding towards big world in smaller shoes so cute
Mesmerized by depictions of fiction as if it’s all so true

Irresistible
Sensible are the two words in mind

Let me be, just let me be, are the heartfelt screams
Or perhaps standing all alone, sounds like a scary dream
Visuals are heavier, on that delicate little screen
Emotions are throwing curves, heart is simply streaming

Start now to connect the first alphabet of every single line
Sacred connection you’ll discover, it’s just not a simple rhyme

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Fluctuations

Original poetry

Everything in the beginning seems so fine
No complaints whatsoever, they’re hard to find
Then you tell me…..
I’m the reason that you’re happy

Your life is now a pretty ten
Everything is clickin’ & making sense
It’s the life you’ve been dreamin’
The perfect picture ready to be framed in

But you see, time has its own perfect sign
It keeps moving on without a single sigh
The moment has now changed
And you on the other hand, seem deranged
So now you tell me…..
I’m the reason of your suffering

Your life is now pretty tensed
Things are crazy broken & make no sense
It’s the life you don’t wanna live at all
Broken & sharp mirror all over your ground

But tell me, is this your very true reality?
Or are you just presenting me in your virtual reality?
When it has nothing to do with virtue & reality
You see, you’re slowly loosing your true identity
But one day you would learn to take the full responsibility
Coz I can’t be the reason of your contentment & casualty
And I won’t take the credit or the blame of your reality

My point is that fluctuations aren’t the ground reality
Finding peace amidst storms & being restless in serenity
Are the states of your inner scene
When your very being is the only thing
Unaffected by the nature’s different screens

Have you noticed the black screen in your brain?
When your thoughts stop talking & you don’t need to strain
It’s that state where everything simply standstill
It’s the moment of endless love, inner peace & real zeal

You’re this very Being, observing from your third eye
You’re the caravan of this life that never truly dies
Where to live is to constantly die
Was the talk between the self & the I

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My Poetry

Original poetry

If the things were only up to me
And my vault were stashed with greenery
I would exit the world of perfect geometry
To enter the universe with heart fueled poetry

I’m in love with scribbling the meaningful themes
It’s my way of expressing how I truly feel
The lyrics synchronize with frequency of my heartbeat
The percussion & vibration of the immaculate beast

Now let me stitch the pieces a bit differently
Just stay for a while, hear another thing from me
The words in my verses are no curse if you read explicitly
I don’t shoot at the painbody with explosive trajectory

I simply bring up the matters which have been hiding inside me
To share those stories with the same original intensity
That I felt back then as it was my reality
You see, this is my healing process & my therapy

I know it’s kinda provocative the way I project my themes
It’s not gloomy to throw light on the darker scenes
It doesn’t matter what you think of it & how you think of me
The darkness is, so light can be

My rhymes are self realization & experiences with deeper meaning
It’s my way to explore the core, the burning fire; the formless being
This is how I see the things now & it’s meant to be
You see, poetry is the flow in me & it’s the heart I breathe

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The Shed

Original poetry

I was about to drop dead on my bed
But then I took a walk into my shed
That led to this fine old thread
I used back then to sew the cuts when I bled
I did slit open my fingers with the shaving blade
To self check, if my blood was thick & still very red

My path seemed so blurry in those photochromic spects
I had sleepless nights & then those crazy headaches
I felt as if I were sometimes spitting fire & some lead
I know you’re trying to paint the picture but you seem perplexed
You won’t understand what was going on in my 20s brain
There were times when I was completely drained
And on top, those frequent rides in the slow moving trains

Unsure what I wanted to do with so much stuff in my bag
Heavy burden on my shoulders & on those two skinny legs
But how would you ever catch up if you never lagged?
Coz there were times when my life was in jet lag phase
This is just not a phrase as I was really afraid
I would look in the mirror & ask who’s that unknown face

Now last thing I must tell you before I close this door with a bang
It’s OK if you judge me because I don’t give a damn
I know quite well, who I was back then & who I really am
Crazy drills & soul searching is one of my recipes to sustain
I am just a normal man, who’s vein gets sometimes jammed
Open your mind & heart and perhaps then you would understand
It’s not just me but everyone has that sort of shady shed
The only way to come out is to go deep inside your very own crazy shed