There was a time, though I cannot seem to either remember or imagine it anymore, when I was actually excited … More
Author: Prashant Nawani
Every place in every moment is potent with a zillion stories, pictures, poems, music of life and death. I am trying to find my way across the unfathomable ocean of experience and sometimes, I dive into the depths for sunken treasures and dark mysteries. I write. I take pictures. I make music.
Writing Potion
That brown earthy aroma of ground coffee in a wicked alliance with rum is made homelier with a deliberate allowance … More
Fragments and Illustrations
Pencils. I love pencils. I miss pencils. Their woody bodies and graphite cores. I wanted to make straight lines. Maybe … More
Mulberry for the Fledglings
Dear Friend of my Heart, By the beginning of May the less elevated parts of the Dun Valley experience a … More
a shameless bibliophile
To study literature is perhaps the most grueling, even a macabre torment that a lover of literature could invite upon themselves. The horror lies in the fact that one ends up failing to enjoy literature as they once did and they are not even aware of it for years.
The Buffoon
we slipped past the street vendorsFarooq and I, afloat a dusty gustpast the suspiciously shady alleywaydodging the smell of urine … More
Poetry Yearning Forest
Dear friend of my heart, do you still love poetry as you once did? the musty smell of old books … More
sometimes, a soft brush of longing
Dear friend of my heart, as seasons pass me by I come to understand how poems which are so deeply … More
Forgetting that Moment
Dear friend of my heart, It is that time of the year, of the autumnal feeling everyone seems to be … More
The Mystery
Dear friend of my heart, You were the dusk when I first saw you; a stranger obscured by my unwillingness … More
