we slipped past the street vendorsFarooq and I, afloat a dusty gustpast the suspiciously shady alleywaydodging the smell of urine… Read more The Buffoon
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.
Poetry Yearning Forest
Dear friend of my heart, do you still love poetry as you once did? the musty smell of old books… Read more Poetry Yearning Forest
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… Read more sometimes, a soft brush of longing
Forgetting that Moment
Dear friend of my heart, It is that time of the year, of the autumnal feeling everyone seems to be… Read more Forgetting that Moment
The Mystery
Dear friend of my heart, You were the dusk when I first saw you; a stranger obscured by my unwillingness… Read more The Mystery
Not all those who wander…
Dear friend of my heart, who wanders listlessly in the deserted streets of wakeful nights, searching for someone who would… Read more Not all those who wander…
Yesterlove
She rests her face on the moist earth and closes her big bright eyes. she lets out the most musical… Read more Yesterlove
About Seeing
dear friend of my heart, I woke up from a strange dream earlier tonight. You were in the dream. Not… Read more About Seeing
Wind, Night, and a Beautiful Stranger
Dear friend of my heart, Have you ever felt like you had been away for years, but now you are… Read more Wind, Night, and a Beautiful Stranger
Evening Slumber Song
Dear friend of my heart, I feel the trembling of your lips on my skin when you try to hide… Read more Evening Slumber Song
