Poems &
Poetry
Explore a collection of poems by Nathan Pratyksh Khanna, where imagination and storytelling come to life through verse. Discover poetic tales, vivid landscapes, and characters born from creativity.
Where the Morning Knows My Name
Some mornings bloom in softened light,With petals spun in pink and white,And park paths hum a quiet tune,Beneath the gaze of waking moon. The
Visions from the Realm of History
The forest doesn’t speak in words,It hums through leaves and wings of birds.A rhythm old, a breathing grace,Time folded in this sacred place. Each
Mystic Trails and Morning Tales: Echoes of a Poet’s Walk
Go-slo, morn-flow, dawn’s sweet chime,I rise, rinse the night from my skin, step in time.Sun-glow, path-go, the day’s bright start,I skip to Inwood with
This Too Shall Pass: Through Streets of Glass and Hope
I woke to a world that had lost its stars,Neon suns hummed where lanterns once sparked.The wind, a cruel whisper from centuries past,Like the
The Solitary Song of the Woods
At dawn, I part with my little one’s smile,A fleeting warmth that lingers awhile.Through city streets, I tread alone,To where the river sings in
The Man in the Neon Cage
He walks the streets, his head held low,A shadow where the neon glows.The watchers wait, the lines are drawn,One wrong step, and he is
The Colt, Colt, and Boulevard of Ire
Beneath the blood-red evening sky,In 1809, where shadows lie,A lone rider forged of grit and flame,A specter known but without a name. His Colt