I am delighted & honoured to announce that my latest poem, Naked & Rough Skin, is now available at MasticadoresUSA as well. My utmost gratitude to dear Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for publishing this piece. This is the first time ever, I’ve submitted my poem to a literary journal.
Naked & Rough Skin
Please don’t breathe on me with ease Coz I’m gonna freeze your breeze with my heat
You seem to see me as if I’m a treat But I’m here to trick your deeds with chills of my screams….
The heart is eyeing my phase while I am crying The air in my body is heavy the way I am sighing The mind of mine is red diamond when I am mining
The fire is burning my track that I trace on thin icing The demons are scratching my face while they’re dancing My feet are loosing the balance, so I’m simply sliding
Time is chasing the zones that once were hiding The walls of this form are cracking & now they’re falling I’m unchaining my case that was suppressing the deeper calling
My voice is whispering to burning stars as they keep shining The soul is grounding my whole in soil as if I am dying This all is enlightening the core, it’s so exciting
After Reliving, I took a time off from WP….and now I’m coming back slowly….I’ve certainly missed you & your lovely writings / art….I will try to catch up but if I can’t, then a new day & a new beginning. Here’s my new poem / spoken word – Eyeing my Phase.
I wrote Smoking Sacred in January 2021…at that time I published it with Spoken Word…but I had to take it down within 30 minutes due to an issue (non-technical)…A couple of readers even commented on my Spoken Word…but I had to delete that part…I didn’t like doing so…coz remaining true to myself & to my readers is absolutely important…I had never done such thing before…and I don’t intend to do it again…ever…please accept my apologies…authenticity & honesty is what I flow…this is who I am…I won’t be changing that part of me for no one…take it or leave it…therefore, I’m publishing the Spoken Word now…please note, I’m not doing so for the sake of likes or positive or uplifting comment(s)…I’m doing it to make it right…the way it was supposed to be…right from the very beginning…thank you very much
I sit sharp on the edge of my bench in the dark with a hatchet in my hand to break open my senses & to claim that my pain in the veins is not vain but insane
But I get so mad & a bit sad when I spread metal scraps on myself coz then I bleed the beads so discreet on my crease to decrease the misery
So I feel quite shaky as if my skin is so thin like a leaf & it starts to burn instantly to create the debris that comes out from the heat of the seed
I’m torn at my core that I feel this need to ease & burn my peace into pieces on the street that’s filled with so many deep & some holes unseen
So I scream in infinity with my fluctuating beat coz I can’t simply breathe & it seems I’m the beast hinged to the scene of the shattered dream
I relapse on my screen coz this all feel so diseased when I see this degree of release & then I step explicitly into the bed of fire to become the deceased
But then I focus on to drop my sores with the source of my scope in this hope that one day I’ll for sure end this whole to simply blow everything to the pure
—– The Edge —–
The Edge is quite a different kind of poetry. It’s about my struggles, which I could see on my inner screen. This poem was flowing into me & I’ve written those images in the form of this freestyle poetry. It became so intense, at least in my head, that I’ve recorded it in my voice. This is the first time ever, I’m doing Spoken Word. So bear with me. I think, I’m mostly doing it for me coz it feels right, irrespective of my voice or lines.
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