Avinash Nair

Veteran Poet - 1,393 Points (19/10/1988)

Avinash Nair Poems

1. I Bargained For Happiness 9/9/2014
2. New Year's Eve 12/31/2014
3. Reflections 3/30/2015
4. Let’s Fall In Love 5/26/2015
5. Confessions 6/16/2015
6. Who Said Night Is The Time To Sleep? 7/14/2015
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. Eyes To Speak 6/14/2016
14. Secret 7/7/2016
15. What Separates Us! 7/9/2016
16. The Rains 7/10/2016
17. My Verses 7/13/2016
18. Loneliness, Where Art Thou? 7/16/2016
19. A Small Talk 7/18/2016
20. Something To Live 7/21/2016
21. The Answer 7/23/2016
22. Choices 8/11/2016
23. Lover's Liberty 8/11/2016
24. Emotions 8/11/2016
25. Pygmalion 8/12/2016
26. A Reason To Smile 10/4/2016
27. The Question 10/25/2016
28. In Love With Silence 10/25/2016
29. The Concluding Note 12/11/2016
30. In My Death 1/14/2017
31. Sorrow 1/14/2017
32. If You Can 1/16/2017
33. The Journey Of Life 1/16/2017
34. The Street 1/21/2017
35. Realisation 1/29/2017
36. The Wind Is Rising! 2/23/2016
37. The Bonding 4/11/2016
38. Everything Has A Time 4/16/2016
39. Incompleteness 4/21/2016
40. Strangers Passing By 4/25/2016
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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