Until the next…

And with that last gasp of winter, I buried your memory deep inside My temporal lobe. Never to be awakened, Until the next purple Acashia's bloom And I shall meet you again, in our barn, Holding that knit sweater made from green yarn. Roshni Rajshekhar Nair


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


Crazy, stupid, ugly, Love I am knackered by your conundrum. Stop. I'm not yet ready. Inconsistent. I like being Empty. -Roshni Rajshekhar Nair


In midst of the moonlight He sat there on the park-bench Wrapped in a blanket, Alone And life was nothing less than perfect. -Roshni Rajshekhar Nair


Day 26 and today's prompt is to write a poem on what future archaeologists, whether human or from alien civilization, will make of us? 'Open your eye to the future', greeted the doctor from the 23rd century Here the sky was the Land, the land was barren, People flew, And roots never grew. Time itself had... Continue Reading →

An Ashy Gray Void

 Day 25 and today's prompt is inspired by the work of philosopher/critic Gaston Bachelard's The Poetics of Space Underneath my clothes, Beyond my breasts, straight in the heart Hidden is an ashy gray void, Where I pile my deepest of the deep, Pleasures, lies, feelings, memories, all clogged up. It stinks in my chest, burns my core, But... Continue Reading →


Day 23 and today's prompt is to write a double elevenie (German-Elfchen) Fly Rough Winds You Will Rise Let go, be Invincible Dream Walk Avid Traveller Live Each Day The Road Ahead Lies Believe -Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

I Do Apologise

In the spirit of Earth Day, here is an apology.  A   P    O   L   O   G   I   E   S I know you have been hurt, tortured, burned, I know you had to smoke your own lungs, I know you had to face my (and my kind’s) rage I know you’d rather be a... Continue Reading →

365 Days A Year

Day 21 and today's prompt is to  write a poem that incorporates overheard speech. “How can you say that I no heart? How can you say that I am evil? It’s been about two years and suddenly I’m a mean, egoistic person?” Exploded The lady in the orange cashmere scarf. He looked her in the eye,... Continue Reading →


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