What is your answer?

"London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained." Sir Arthur Conan Doyle describes London as a great pool of blood, and human waste, that he, a free man was naturally gravitated to. The British empire of which London was (and still is) the capital naturally attracted... Continue Reading →

Rhyme

Take a peep inside my damaged soul, I know you think it shines like gold. Look into these eyes, Riddle me this, Solve my delusions with your kiss. Trapped inside, Teach me how to love, For I need to learn to rise above. This ladder of life, that I need to climb Show me, for... Continue Reading →

To breathe life into my Soul

Like a parasite, she crawled beneath my skin, Into my life, the demon in her dancing, With the angels of my existence, Meddling, Trembling, Suffocating, Clenching her fingers, She pulled me closer, To breathe life into my soul.   -Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

Two

Love, I'd love to be in love with you. But I do, I do dream to be with someone else too. Curse me, for in this room, here, I only think of you But believe me, I say, We are meant to be Two. -Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

Life #7

And I loved, like I've never loved before And I lived, like I've never lived before And I was, my being, like I've never seen To love myself, Was to love indeed.   -Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

You.

Soft shades of dark blue, Synced with kaleidoscopic vision Flashed out a light, You. -Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

Period.

Oh let me bleed, In peace! I say Don't talk between my  legs today. Let my uterine lining shed away Better let me colour you red as a foreplay Ahh! Fine. Let it lay. Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

NIRVANA

For there I stood, on the shore, With bent legs and folded arms Watching my burnt ashes float, Slowly. They travelled a distance, sinking and then, Completely dissolving in the holy water. Bid my younger self adieu, reaching my hands To the river, helping it take me to the infinite ocean To a place beyond imagination, far... Continue Reading →

Write me a Letter #3

Write me a Letter, Make my Day. Embrace within each, A Poem, Of four lines to translate yourself Make me Proud, Give me a Reason. -Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

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