Avinash Nair

Freshman - 652 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. Reflections 3/30/2015
14. The Wind Is Rising! 2/23/2016
15. The Bonding 4/11/2016
16. Everything Has A Time 4/16/2016
17. Incompleteness -new- 4/21/2016
18. Strangers Passing By -new- 4/25/2016
19. A Strange Relation -new- 4/27/2016
20. Happiness 11/16/2014
21. The Mother & The Son 3/29/2014
22. The Way Of The Life 6/29/2014
23. Desire 7/11/2014
24. A Smile! 1/28/2015
25. I Met Humanity And She Was Blind 3/6/2015
26. For An Answer 3/21/2015
27. How Should I Define My Woe? 12/24/2013
28. The Enigma Of My Mind 11/26/2013
29. The Lane Of Loneliness 4/19/2015
30. Sadness 4/22/2015
31. The Pain 12/24/2015
32. On My Death 1/31/2016
33. A Love Letter 3/5/2015
34. Alone 3/27/2015
35. The Storyteller 10/18/2014
36. Parting Ways 12/22/2013
37. Kiss 3/4/2014
38. A Sojourn Solitary Traveller 12/9/2014
39. For Love Is 3/4/2015
40. The Beggar 10/22/2013
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 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.

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