A poem – Loneliness

I feel sometimes as if I’m dying slowly due to my longing & craving, which makes me feel lonely.

It’s late at night as usual & my mind is on wandering spree
I’m very sleepy at present but sleeping is not my first priority
Spears are slowly piercing in my head, they’re paining me constantly
I’m hearing a loud knock on my door, oh it’s my spiraling anxiety

My loneliness is about to lit the dark side coz my screen is burning the molten beads
I’m scared of closing lids of my big eyes coz my craving is flowing like bloodstream
I’m holding the edge of my bed coz I don’t want to let loose & scream
So I stare in darkness with my scarred phase when I sense the river of my salty tears

I can’t take it, I’m breaking
I can’t brake it, I’m shaking
I can’t make it, I’m falling
I’m loosing my senses & it’s driving me crazy

I’m sinking in deep hole as if I’m slowly dying
So I start to talk things out as if I’m freestyling
And I jot my feeling down to create another rhyme
But deep down I long for a pure touch, my heart is simply crying

—– A poem – Loneliness —–

A poem – Loneliness is about my longing & craving, that I’ve been experiencing since quite a long time. It has come to this point where I become anxious & restless quite often, which lead to sleepless nights. I would rather walk on my trip-track than to zigzag. The fact is, it’s not a defect to feel this way. So here I am to reflect instead of choosing to deflect.

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Please check these poems as well: (1) What Can You See by silent poetry, (2) This Animal is Back

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A poem – Burning the Soul

It could be difficult to see that every single moment can be a struggle if lived from the shallow. On the other hand, life can be a flow if every moment is lived from the deep. I happen to seesaw quite a lot.

Curves on my scene
Writing on the screen

Spots in my brain
Mending the frame

Numbness in arm
Playing the b-ball

Sweating on forehead
Focusing like insane

Restless is my mind
Resting to thrive

Snapping the strings
Isolating in my crib

Losing my skin
Feeling so sick

Death in my voice
Tearing ocean to dive

Burning the soul
Stomping the floor

Staring at stars
Sensing the void

Closing my eyes
Balancing the path

Beasting the art
Beats of my heart

—– Burning the Soul —–

Burning the Soul is a poem about my struggle. I fall, I rise & then I fall again. I don’t rise every single time. Sometimes I need help & sometimes I keep trying until I rise again. It’s a learning process if I look at the things from one angle. It’s a new way of living this life if I look deeper. Everything appears so tough & difficult from time to time and yet every single thing can be simple, beautiful & mindful. I do have two different pairs of spects – i) to look only upto the surface, ii) to see through the layers. I use them both from tip to toe, depending on my state of mind / heart.

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Please check these poems as well: (1) Drop-dead, (2) Magnificent Bastards by YouLittleCharmer

Thanks to runjidoesart for letting me use digital image of her beautiful painting.

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navinspoems.com is now navinspoetry.com

As you’re already aware that I was facing several issues for the last 70 days or so with my site – navinspoems.com. The biggest issue was that almost none of my readers were receiving any notifications. Therefore, I’ve shutdown my old site & have created this brand new site – navinspoetry.com. I’m still in the process of updating this new site. But I wanted to update you with this new development.

Problems with navinspoems were constantly running in my mind
I was facing several issues for several weeks with my site
Whenever I was publishing fresh ryhmes, I couldn’t catch your sharp sight
Migrated away for supposedly something better with my closed eyes
Almost none could reach me as if I were hiding at greater heights
Restlessness & anxiety gave me company during the sleepless nights
I was stuck in a deep hole as if I couldn’t move & fly
So now I’ve killed navinspoems without committing any crime
To give birth to navinspoetry, it’s my brand new sign
What’s the point of light & darkness if I can’t show my phases of different kinds
I hope you’ll keep supporting my poetry with your presence & radiant shine

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Warmzone

It’s like when things become difficult from time to time, when I burn extra energy to focus on simple things, whether it’s fixing, cooking, carrying a tray or cycling, the mood crazily shifts & swings – feeling of frustration & anger pops up. Because it’s still difficult to accept a few things, even though it’s my new reality. It doesn’t mean it would be easier to go with the flow without struggling. It doesn’t mean either things aren’t moving. I’ll keep on fighting & pushing my limits as that’s the only way.

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