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Treasures, Wings and the Moon

Posted on October 23, 2018October 23, 2018 by Prashant Nawani

Dear Friend of my Heart, I was going through some old pieces of writing earlier and something peculiar and amusing… Read more Treasures, Wings and the Moon

Desire my Darling

Posted on July 7, 2018 by Prashant Nawani

  I don’t understand this place. The madness softly subsides… what am I left feeling instead… abandonment. It is as… Read more Desire my Darling

the world was a blur

Posted on October 27, 2017October 27, 2017 by Prashant Nawani

preoccupied with a smile, not mine to begin with… only a moving glimpse, how we danced to the music… the… Read more the world was a blur

Shivering Moon

Posted on July 4, 2017July 4, 2017 by Prashant Nawani

  It was a strange day, I remember… water dripping upwards… no one seemed to notice it though, only me…… Read more Shivering Moon

Only Silence

Posted on June 12, 2017 by Prashant Nawani

What passions lure me out into the moonlit night, I forget… when in the soft glow, it’s quiet, it’s still,… Read more Only Silence

Brittle World; Diffused in the Evening

Posted on February 6, 2017April 7, 2018 by Prashant Nawani

…hand strums old nylon strings…soft reverberation…rhythm of silence embraces the air leaving my lungs…breathing…always breathing…it was always the breathing…and then… Read more Brittle World; Diffused in the Evening

Ocean of Sound

Posted on December 10, 2016 by Prashant Nawani

Dreamscapes and fantasies Are not my names tonight I am rather an ocean of sound Under the same moon as… Read more Ocean of Sound

Bob the Mystery Bean

Posted on September 10, 2016September 10, 2016 by Prashant Nawani

“It was not a secret anymore That on the dark side of the moon Strange happenings would’ve been A common… Read more Bob the Mystery Bean

Wild Woman

Posted on September 6, 2016September 6, 2016 by Prashant Nawani

The wild woman called Luna Belocionado My lips quiver to speak of her too plainly For she’d been born under… Read more Wild Woman

It Felt Real

Posted on July 3, 2016August 28, 2016 by Prashant Nawani

  I was told, and with much urgency, that it was not really real. What was ‘it’, I had wondered,… Read more It Felt Real

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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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