spiritual – Page 15 – Navin's Poetry

Piece of Mind

I can’t do several things in the now
That I used to in my previous time
The things that were already defined
The need to shout & cry
When things look different on my site
When obstructions are difficult to line
Wish to work, that I can’t deny
When my hand won’t work even though I try
When I feel helpless but I still keep going on & fight
I need to now quantify
To clearly justify
Then to nullify
The new awakening to simply redefine
To purely redesign
To mentally & spiritually refine
To simply search & find
To restitute my peace of mind
The obscure is the new defined
With this crazy mind
That speaks when I sleep at night
To walk me through my inside
To enlighten & give me the insight
To simply simplify
And then to synthesize
To make things synchronize
With this body & my mind
The formless form makes me to fly
To form the fireflies
That light the darker skies
That make my vision of a different kind
That’s so clear with infinite sight
Coz I won’t give up till I die
Sounds crazy but this is how I’m living my life

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Poem… Gratitude

Original poetry

6 days back, I got the surprise from my wife
She placed the flower bouquet on the table by my side
It’s a card with wishes & warm thoughts from my dear family, department, colleagues & friends

Frequent visits, messages & phone – video calls are simply heartening
It’s just the most exquisite gesture
That you’re concerned & to put a thought of me
It always inspires me
And so nice to see
That you’re thinking of me
Touched & humbled from the bottom of my heart
That you have the hots for me
Gratitude & namaste for sending me the wishes & thoughts

I must free head
To see that
To sense it
To see self
To burn this
To sink ash
Atleast 21 days of rehab
I’ll be all new without I bleed that
To balance the psyche & body to prefab

This is what I’ve realized
That my new design is conceptualized
That my left arm & hand are paralyzed
That my self will be visualized
Soul & Mind can’t be standardized
Body & Soul are One, they can’t be vaporized
One without the other, is meditative, it’s quite mesmerized

So to put the numbers on the table
While I carry my numb left arm & hand
As I focus on this table
Balancing my legs & feet
As if it’s just slipping away from me
That slippery sand

Family, friends, work, & colleagues among others I’m gonna miss the most
My Beloved wife is always there for me & for our beautiful kids
Thankful to professionals as well
To always keep an eye on me

Needless to state in the end
That I’ll definitely be back
That’s what I intend
It’s the festivities of Christmas and New Year
So hang by the drink & dance on the sickening & crazy chilling beats
I’m sure you’re gonna miss me & my insane‐psycho beast
Till we meet again….

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Bleeding Numbers

Original poetry, Poems about accidents, Poems about fear

Loosing my grip & feeling numb is quite a rubbery feeling in my flesh
Speeding in ambulance at the speed of light as I loose my stance
Noisy sirens chasing the streets as if I’m becoming so discreet in those lanes
Bleeding inside of brain is so draining and is pure insane

CT & MR show the big spots & some huge round clot in my scans
Paralysis in left arm, hand & left side of face, simply can’t comprehend
Not able to lift my arm & fingers is quite noticeable challenge
Epileptic cramps on the left side of face & arm as they are about to harm my brain

But I’m not about to loose without giving myself a chance to withstand
I’ll wrestle back my arm to let loose the heavens, the storm if I can
I must find my inner peace & my inner calm to fallback at this space
Family, friends, & job matter the most – that’s the ultimate strength
I’ll fight back to finally come back from the horrors of the graves
This is my promise, I won’t rest – it’s dawn of fire, my roar, it’s the scream from my den

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Trip-Track

Poems about recovery

Ripping the new tracks for my upcoming trip
Burning are the numbers with crazy deep lyrics
Upbeat to find the intense on this trip so scenic
Unseen is the route, where the unknown bleeds like a civil

Looking closely into my baggage to check what to upkeep
Unkeen to bring the new & to loose a few old things
The new is asking me to embrace but I’m hesitant to see & let it stay
The old is hiding with a different face but I ain’t desperate to find & let it phase

Excited to explore but anxiety is tricking me
Wondering if the heart will remain inside of me
Speculating if I’ll find peace when my rest would be in pieces
Questioning if I’ll rip my heart out, would my soul then R.I.P.?

The necessary, I must absorb & digest on the way of waves
And the rest must pass through me without any claims
The tracks will for sure burn my body consciously
To leave my naked marks as the permanent prints eventually

Surrender, Acceptance, Faith, Existence are the treasures in my S.A.F.E. of open space
What You Believe Is What You See is the reality I believe & resonate
It’s a trip filled with mindful & mind full tracks that I walk while I levitate
The tracks on this trip that I play, are the forms of my life that I live & meditate

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KeyWords

Original poetry

Crazy I am
Anger I had
Aggressive I sound
Calmness I embrace
Reflections I see
Shadows I have
Darkness I sense
Fluctuations I face
Phases I phrase
Rhymes I bleed
Intensity I air
Truth I care
Confrontations I dare
Heart I share
Upright I stand

Openness you lock
People you block
Eyes you close
Heart you hide
Shield you wear
Defense you choose
Stories you tell
Words you misinterpret
Lines you delete
Reality you deny
Essence you miss
Self you see
Mind you talk
Time to change
It’s never too late

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Beam Intensity

Love Poems

I can feel insanely when you beam intensity
One moment you are tranquil like that vast blue sea
And the next, I see you devastated in every single scene
Hitting & struggling to run away, when you can’t stop throwing a fit
You see, it’s the world, that seems to me a complete misfit
The world disappears instantly when I hold you in my arms & you can’t stop hitting me with your fist
I don’t mind when you scratch my surface, to make my skin burn & bleed
You are simply penetrating the layers, to make me realize & feel
The pain & imbalance when things aren’t the way you actually dreamed
I see you so clearly that I become one with your very being
It’s the heart connection, where I can only see your big eyes & your delicate screen
All I wish to give you is that space, where you don’t suffocate & scream
I’ll beat at your pace to relocate inside of you the peace
Even when you take me sometimes to this place, where it’s difficult for me to breathe
The biggest lesson that you’ve been teaching, is to find calmness in such sensitive scenes
I love you from the deepest, you are my blessing, you are the beautiful pure being

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The Devil’s Face

Original poetry

The desire to rip off the devilish face

Pump the blood out of the bloody arteries & veins

Need to burn the body in intense fire & flames

Slice the remains in sharp pieces & small scales

Cut the bones with saw, the sharp rotating chain

Everything collapses, no screams & there’s no pain

Cook the flesh in thick blood till it’s tender & changes its shade

Finding the demons that reside in haunted & crumbled shed

Hiding behind the intense & provocative lens

Made of complex geometries with that improperly proper base

This scene looks so scary from your narrow & twisted lane

There’s a fine line between your sane & my insane

Feel the heat, I’m not here to dig your grave

The gory imagination is an art of this devil, the creative brain

Just show the true you, that’s living behind your face

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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