Avinash Nair

Freshman - 906 Points (19/10/1988)

Avinash Nair Poems

1. I Bargained For Happiness 9/9/2014
2. New Year's Eve 12/31/2014
3. Let’s Fall In Love 5/26/2015
4. Confessions 6/16/2015
5. Who Said Night Is The Time To Sleep? 7/14/2015
6. If Only There Were Words Enough 7/20/2015
7. Elegy For The Dead 7/27/2015
8. Sometimes I Cry! 8/9/2015
9. Ocean And Shore 8/19/2015
10. All For Love! 8/25/2015
11. Broken Pieces 9/2/2015
12. Once When We Were Young 10/18/2015
13. The Wind Is Rising! 2/23/2016
14. The Bonding 4/11/2016
15. Everything Has A Time 4/16/2016
16. Incompleteness 4/21/2016
17. Strangers Passing By 4/25/2016
18. A Strange Relation 4/27/2016
19. Let Those Tears Flow 5/9/2016
20. My Journey 5/11/2016
21. Father And Son 5/15/2016
22. When You Are Done Loving Me 5/18/2016
23. Words 5/19/2016
24. Can I Say I Love You 5/22/2016
25. Can I Say I Love You? 5/22/2016
26. Reflections 3/30/2015
27. Without A Heart 5/25/2016
28. A Poet 6/12/2016
29. Eyes To Speak 6/14/2016
30. Happiness 11/16/2014
31. The Mother & The Son 3/29/2014
32. The Way Of The Life 6/29/2014
33. Desire 7/11/2014
34. A Smile! 1/28/2015
35. I Met Humanity And She Was Blind 3/6/2015
36. For An Answer 3/21/2015
37. How Should I Define My Woe? 12/24/2013
38. The Enigma Of My Mind 11/26/2013
39. Let's Be Lost In Love 5/24/2016
40. The Pain 12/24/2015
Best Poem of Avinash Nair

The Woman

There, under the stuttering street light,
She stands,
Tucking away those loose strands
Of her hair, filling the night
With thick acrid smell
Of her cheap perfume, her bright
Red lips painted well,
Slightly parted in a smile,
Mixed with the sound of her laughter.
She looks at you,
‘Tis Just a fleeting glance,
She smiles, inviting you,
And you walk across in a trance
But ‘tis now you notice her face,
Strained of happiness, though sought after;
Those red lips are blood red
And it was her cry instead
Of laughter
That you heard…

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The Enigma Of My Mind

The subtle loneliness that hath,
Built its walls were crumbling,
As I ventured into that path
Of needs and belonging.
Those harsh realities were
Mellowed by sparks of care,
And those unspoken fears
Doused by happy tears.
But now the question that troubles me is
Will this be a long lived bliss?

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