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by naveen srivatsav
by naveen srivatsav
All in Poems
as the shadow of summer aches on
we sing delirious in our bare garden
let the love of beauty mean there is yet light
A poem inspired by meditating on asemic art, which is “a wordless open semantic style of writing which often appears as abstract or illegible writing.”
what will the collapse look like?
will the ground finally give way
and devour us in its cosmic maw?
Wrote a quick poem to congratulate a friend for successfully defending his PhD thesis.
Why do they say you fall in love?
As if you just happen to stumble into a void, no doubt lured to the edge by some trick of the light that catches your eye, or so it seems at least.
Ode to one of Nietzsche’s most sublime articulations - the notion of amor fati.
Yet another short poem on the age-old pitfalls of samsara. Meant more as a note to self than anyone else.
A poem inspired by the endless horror of reading day after day the effects of man’s actions on Earth in the Anthropocene.
I stand witness to what happened in Charlottesville in August 2017. I was compelled then, there was really no choice in the matter, to dedicate this poem to the brave woman who died preaching love for the fellow man.