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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

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

Down

Posted on May 22, 2018 by Prashant Nawani

In thought and in death, aspirations drop and sink. Downwards. Oh the weight of azure sky that rests on my… Read more Down

The World and Fantasy

Posted on April 9, 2018April 9, 2018 by Prashant Nawani

Gathering a poem that spurt out with a gentle strumming of nylon strings, I find myself, leaning against the wall,… Read more The World and Fantasy

Ecstatic

Posted on April 6, 2018April 6, 2018 by Prashant Nawani

I have been disciplining my fingers for the longest time to suit your methods. My fingers have been following the… Read more Ecstatic

Dream, Scream, etc.

Posted on January 25, 2018February 8, 2018 by Prashant Nawani

Is it not strange to feel something so strongly that it consumes everything from your drunkenness to your dreams. I… Read more Dream, Scream, etc.

My Heavy Heavy Friend

Posted on October 6, 2017October 6, 2017 by Prashant Nawani

Where would you find me, if not lying curled up and small beside the book of your wild poetry… night… Read more My Heavy Heavy Friend

Effortless

Posted on March 14, 2017 by Prashant Nawani

…effortlessness is the supreme virtue, she sung, enclosing all my endeavors in a bundle of refuse. I wanted to know… Read more Effortless

Storm Dancer

Posted on December 15, 2016December 21, 2016 by Prashant Nawani

The insides were warm with familiarity of the most profane kind. Going outside never seemed right. Going outside never felt… Read more Storm Dancer

Impressions of Evening’s Arrest

Posted on December 3, 2016May 18, 2018 by Prashant Nawani

Who arrested the evening? Even in custody she glows Their motion towards clarity Like roots holding on tightly But then… Read more Impressions of Evening’s Arrest

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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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