pranava nandan
"is poetry mere words and feelings?
isn't she the soul soother...."
Welcome to the chaotic mind of Pranav, where poetry collides with absurdity and thoughts run wild like a herd of caffeinated unicorns. I’m a dreamer, a rebel, and a self-proclaimed expert on the art of losing track of time while staring into the abyss. My poems, like a box of chocolates, come in all shapes, sizes, and flavors—some sweet, some bitter, and some downright bizarre. Join me on this literary rollercoaster as we explore the depths of the human experience, question the meaning of life (or lack thereof), and laugh at the absurdity of it all. So, grab a cup of coffee, buckle up, and let’s embark on a poetic adventure together.
WHY FLYINGFISHFRY?
I chose the name “FlyingFishFry” as a nod to the audacity of dreams. Just as a flying fish leaps out of the water, defying the boundaries of its natural habitat, I aspire to transcend the ordinary with my words. My poetry is a leap of faith, a daring attempt to capture the essence of life’s fleeting moments. It’s about soaring above the mundane, exploring the depths of the human soul, and finding beauty in the unexpected. The term “flying fish” is itself an oxymoron, combining the seemingly contradictory concepts of life and death. It’s a reminder that even in the most unexpected of circumstances, there is potential for beauty and wonder. This is where words take flight and imaginations soar.
MY BOOK
A collection of poems by S. V. Pranava Nandan. They are a confetti of imagination by a young man, as he begins to look at the mirror of his own intricate thoughts.
“At times Pranava Nandan is philosophical and sees the unseen. At other times, his eyes fall on real world. It all flows together in the rivulet of his poems. The short poems dont fill a page, but keeps you on the page as if the page is full. They pin you down for some time. The poem ‘Quarantine’ with very short phrases paints the depressing confinement of COVID days. “Rain falls, Rain stops, Night Falls, Days Go… Time Dies”. How crisply he captures the warping of time and boring repetition of days and nights, while in confinement”
Prof Achuthsankar S Nair
