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In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well…

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Evening Slumber Song

Posted on April 24, 2019April 24, 2019 by Prashant Nawani

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

Of Robin, Night, Music, and Bees

Posted on April 19, 2019April 19, 2019 by Prashant Nawani

Dear friend of my heart, This evening was something else. In the company of my dear friend, the robin, the… Read more Of Robin, Night, Music, and Bees

Absence and Greetings

Posted on April 12, 2019April 12, 2019 by Prashant Nawani

Dear friend of my heart, It is not with words imploring forgiveness of your kind heart that I shall greet… Read more Absence and Greetings

Dreams, Orchids and Fruits

Posted on October 31, 2018October 31, 2018 by Prashant Nawani

Dear Friend of my Heart, In my dream last night an angry red-headed man started becoming a story. He turned… Read more Dreams, Orchids and Fruits

Loss

Posted on October 29, 2018October 29, 2018 by Prashant Nawani

Dear Friend of my Heart, We were so deeply immersed in a callous darkness, drawing feeble lines of colors we… Read more Loss

When I Grow up

Posted on October 28, 2018October 28, 2018 by Prashant Nawani

Dear Friend of my Heart, I saw a middle-aged man sit beside a sapling and speak to it of everything… Read more When I Grow up

The Gravity of a Dream

Posted on October 25, 2018October 25, 2018 by Prashant Nawani

Dear Friend of my Heart, As you wander these unpaved paths, soaked to the bones in the ethereal rain of… Read more The Gravity of a Dream

Slow Life

Posted on October 21, 2018October 21, 2018 by Prashant Nawani

Dear friend of my heart, Tonight sleep is a fidgety butterfly… as I listen to some soft notes wafting dreamily… Read more Slow Life

old man winter

Posted on October 15, 2018October 15, 2018 by Prashant Nawani

Dear friend of my heart, It has mostly been euphoric the past few months. It seems, however, that things are… Read more old man winter

bamboozled bumfuzzled

Posted on October 13, 2018 by Prashant Nawani

Dear friend of my heart, phlegmatically achromatic, neither a pinch, nor a slip, not even an off-beat ecstatic, this evening… Read more bamboozled bumfuzzled

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a string taut enough to spurt that note which rings in the hollows of our hearts, but only too slack when I find my gaze rest nervously in the tension of your lips apart… I spark the fire of desire, feel the voice take hold of you, when perspiration, inspiration, burn in my heart a hole or two… unfolds a shrewd flower that only birds with needle beaks could drink to their fill… ecosystem, rude destruction, find those lonely blades of grass a rhythm, a place to spin their happy trill… I wonder why the bug was dead… what intent or accident, one could make no droopy head or toe… Inside the simple poetic places, I hear you couldn’t stay alone. Come take my hand, lets weave some music, make a song to keep you warm in moonless nights, after the splash, the cold lash, of a winter shower… #poetry #music #guitar #poet #guitarist #dehradun #dehradunmusic #rnf #rajpurnaturefest #rifflife #songwriter #singersongwriter #nature #bird #songster
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Prashant Nawani

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.

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