Biography of Avinash Nair
Avinash is one of the most talented poets I have ever known. His heart-touching poems not only reach one’s soul, but his skilful play with words shows his dexterity and his comfort with the English language. Avinash is a philosopher- poet and his deep thinking about the various problems that assail the society which are reflected in his poems. Occasionally he deviates from his concern with the society and writes a romantic poem like ‘The Kiss’. He is not only concerned with his role in the society but his sharp eyes also detect the plight of women and in one of his poems, he has touched the issue of prostitution. The pain of the woman is skilfully etched with words. It is as if he has created a painting with his words. ‘The Storyteller’ is I think the lamentation of his father’s untimely demise and ‘The Smile’ is Avinash at his sardonic best. In his poem, ‘New Year’s Eve’, he has tried to have a positive outlook and asked the reader’s to forge ahead despite the gloom surrounding him. In the ‘Sound of Silence’, he has sensitively drawn the picture of street urchins, who are a familiar sight in Mumbai’s glamour filled world. My heart cries out when I read the ‘Sound of Silence’. In the ‘Parting Ways’ he laments the futility of his passion which is unspent probably due to the fear of society. Read the poems of Avinash Nair and feel the pain, hurt, passion that makes up his personality.
Avinash Nair Poems
There, under the stuttering street light, She stands, Tucking away those loose strands Of her hair, filling the night
Sound Of Silence
Unseen, unheeded strands of existence, Unheard is their Sound of Silence, Dark faces smeared with dirt, With traces of fear and hurt.
When time passes as time does, Without you noticing it passing by, A helpless senselessness creeps in you That becomes impossible to hide.
I hold her close to me, So close, so near, That we cease to be Two different entities.
For Love Is
For love is, that fleeting feeling Of warmth in the coldest of nights. It is the gradual healing Of the pain in your twilights.
Thin, unnoticed she moves, Amidst the crowd Which promptly disapproves Her or at least the shroud
A Sojourn Solitary Traveller
Again, he embarks on this journey, A journey without destination With a slight change; This time, it is alone
Suddenly he has grown old, His once proud gaze And forehead bold Seem tired and cold,
With our fingers entwined in deep embrace We stare out, away to some different space The passion unspent is heightened here, But then there is this guilt with a tinge of fear
What Is It That You Think?
What is it that you think, with your Eyes fixated somewhere in between
The Way Of The Life
Those smiles of sadness And tears of happiness, Whispers of care And shouts of despair,
“Alone” she said, “I wait” And I could actually relate Her to a bird with broken wings, Caged to a word with broken hope
A Love Letter
To my dearest, I can wait for you in your absence, I can hear you out in your silence. I can define your sadness,
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.
Sound Of Silence
Unseen, unheeded strands of existence,
Unheard is their Sound of Silence,
Dark faces smeared with dirt,
With traces of fear and hurt.
That occasional sound,
The audible pain, is the essence
Of their Sound Of Silence.
Lurking in darkness,