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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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Poetry Yearning Forest

Posted on October 8, 2020October 8, 2020 by Prashant Nawani

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

Forgetting that Moment

Posted on October 3, 2020 by Prashant Nawani

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

Not all those who wander…

Posted on September 20, 2020September 20, 2020 by Prashant Nawani

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…

Wind, Night, and a Beautiful Stranger

Posted on April 25, 2019April 25, 2019 by Prashant Nawani

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

Dream, Rhythm, and Melody

Posted on November 2, 2018November 2, 2018 by Prashant Nawani

Dear Friend of my Heart, Rhythm and melody are not exclusive. At the moment I come from a feeling that… Read more Dream, Rhythm, and Melody

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

love and freedom: a dancer of silent tunes

Posted on October 30, 2018October 30, 2018 by Prashant Nawani

Dear Friend of my Heart, as my chest rises and falls in the company of the forest song, I am… Read more love and freedom: a dancer of silent tunes

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

Conversation

Posted on October 26, 2018October 26, 2018 by Prashant Nawani

Dear Friend of my Heart, Sometimes someone you’ve never met before looks at you from across the room and comes… Read more Conversation

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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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