Biography of Navarun Mallick
Navarun Mallick Poems
Rays Of Hope
Here and there, nothing but despair, All alone, nobody to share, Darkness, darkness, everywhere, But still there are rays of hope.
The Plight Of Night
The children are happy, as day is here, There is laughter, everywhere, But time is not noticed anywhere, Bringing night, darkness and fear.
In that little shop behind the street, There is someone wonderful to meet, And the things he makes; Oh, by God! Definitely better than rice and sod.
Godfall - Part 4 - Conclusion
A pitch-black night like the world hath not seen before, Hath become the backdrop of a raging fire That illumineth all that is in our world In hatred, fear, rage, and malevolence.
The Murder Of Jim Bartleby
A very nasty old man was Jim Bartleby, Living in his run down shack. With the blood in his veins sucked dry, He was always dressed in black.
The Battle Of Poets
A young and talented virtuoso was he, Well versed in the poetic arts. Before him did the clouds of ignorance flee, Such was his enchanting craft.
Godfall - Part 3 - Corruption
The night waxeth late, the rain hath stopped Leaving the world washed like flowers after a spring shower. The Moon watcheth over the earth with her serene face, Presiding with her twinkling courtiers in the black sky,
Godfall - Part 2 - Revelation
The clouds in the night sky seemeth pregnant with omen, Of one accord, they shed their burden onto the earth.
Godfall - Part 1 - Ascension
O'er the distant mountains and seas A cloudless, starlit night descends Like a bejewelled queen, adorned with pearls. Nyx in her regal, mysterious beauty
I take leave of my mountain mother To tumble down a valley And stealthily, I slip unnoticed Till I slip in the river with a sally.
I can't fathom for a moment, The mind of The Prodigy so complex, It is not just filled with information, Or books, poems and concentration.
A warm smile, a healing touch, Slow to anger, quick to comfort, These are but a few qualities, Of the innumerable found in our mother.
The Plight Of Night
The children are happy, as day is here,
There is laughter, everywhere,
But time is not noticed anywhere,
Bringing night, darkness and fear.
Night comes with darkness filling holes,
There are thoughts of gore,
Haunting our dreams are scary ghosts,
That is why night is so loathed.