Oh Lovers!

Day 8 of NaPoWriMo, Prompt – write poems in which mysterious and magical things occur. Your poem could take the form of a spell, for example, or simply describe an event that can’t be understood literally.

There once danced a river by that big rock,
She sang the melodies of the old country maid,
The one banished, the one in love,
The one who was “The One“!
She whispered, Oh so softly, “Close your eyes,
Grounded feet, you young ones. The moon’s out,
Hear the children of this night sing!
Row, Row a little harder. Let me take you,
Across and Away. Far and Gay. Let me, Oh Lovers!
Motionless you may not sit, for this night
Is wild as a forest fire, It may eat you alive,
This thirst for blood I hold within, will
Gulp you raw. This is a saga. This is a poem.
This is a mystery and This is the so-called history.
There once, stood a man, A man you see,
This poem he is. He wrote letters of love, to
The one named “NEVER TO BE LOVED“. He engulfed
his pride, dethroned because of his wife.
The truth…” answered the crystal ball. “Wake up!
This is your last call.” He the King, chained,
unarmed, stood for his last battle. With smoked
Sky, the windchimes rhyme, He was called,
To never to be answered. “That Woman, That No One,
She should be burnt alive! The truth that is!” said,
The Crystal Ball. Rushed, 10 horses, Oh so white,
Away from light, into the woods, shredded her to pieces,
Ripped her soul apart, Cursed was then, Banished!
Never to be human. Never to be “The One“, The woman,
The one named “NEVER TO BE LOVED“.
Turned to a river, to wash the paths we walked,
To water the barren earth we built houses on,
To quench the thirst of the lovers hidden.
Oh, she turned into this river, to sing,
The tales of her love, The truth of her love,
The sorrow of her love and The agony of her love.
So row, Oh merry ones, Let me take you,
Across and Away. Far and Gay. Let me, Oh Lovers!

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

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The Third Man

NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 3: Prompt:  writing a list poem in which all the items are made-up names. If band names don’t inspire, how about a list of titles for romantic novels? Or new television cop dramas? They can be as over-the-top as you like, because that’s (at least) half the fun. Happy writing!

 

And soon I was the third man,
The Psycho, On the waterfront,
A Rebel without a Cause, Who
After A Hard Day’s Night was Charged
With a touch of Evil. I thought,
It’s a Wonderful Life, But Repulsion.
These Mean Streets, City Lights, And
The Sound of Music, I Ran, with Freaks,
Into the Night of the Living Dead,
With nothing but Regret. This is
Not an Anatomy of a Murder, But,
The scream of a Man of Modern Times
Ruling the Throne of Blood.

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

 

List of Names of Classics Movies Used:
1)The Third Man (1949)
2)Modern Times (1936)
3)Psycho (1960)
4)A Hard Day’s Night (1964)
5)Repulsion (1965)
6)Touch of Evil (1958)
7)On the Waterfront (1954)
8)Anatomy of a Murder (1959)
9)It’s a Wonderful Life (1946)
10)City Lights (1931)
11)Throne of Blood (1957)
12)Freaks (1932)
13)Night of the Living Dead (1968)
14)Mean Streets (1973)
15)Ran (1985)
16)Rebel Without a Cause (1955)
17)The sound of Music (1965)

NaPoWriMo #1

I see you in my nightmares,
And I associate you with pain
I see your eyes follow around,
With my every movement,
I know that you know.
Clenching my wrists towards my brain,
I scream so loud to ease my pain
You are history, so be gone,
Let me find peace, Let me dissolve you
For I’m secretly scared of you,
For I’m secretly ashamed of me.

©Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

NaPoWriMo 2018, Day 1- Prompt: write a poem that is based on a secret shame, or a secret pleasure.

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.

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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.

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-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

LOVE #2

Crazy, stupid, ugly, Love
I am knackered by your conundrum.
Stop. I’m not yet ready.
Inconsistent. I like being Empty.

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-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

LIFE #1

In midst of the moonlight
He sat there on the park-bench
Wrapped in a blanket, Alone
And life was nothing less than perfect.bench-1031353_640.jpg

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

Smile

napo2017button1Day 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 travelled beyond space
And human acknowledgement. Out of the black, the space creatures
Breathed in something unnatural, produced in labs,
Green was a colour unknown to these humanly creatures.
The new born child looked into his mother’s eyes
Wondering, astonished, What should he feel? He imagined
Her eyes didn’t connect beyond the relations of the umbilical cord
She didn’t have glitter in those eyes, His father yet another space creature
Seemed like a man from Jupiter. It was the age was of science,
The age was of no emotions of love or happiness,
for no one here smiled, No one knew what laughter is
until today, When those tiny feet wiggled and that baby giggled,
It was a new unearthing and there went the future archaeologist
Insane in search of that new thing called “Smile”.
In search for the history of something named “Happiness”.

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

An Ashy Gray Void

napo2017button1 Day 25 and today’s prompt is inspired by the work of philosopher/critic Gaston Bachelard’s The Poetics of Space

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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 yet,
Every night I take a look in there and wait,
For those silent tears to roll down my chubby cheeks,
Hit below my face, and on the floor.
But still I visit this void over and over again, everyday,
Till a day, it becomes my favourite place to stay.

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

CLIMB

napo2017button1Day 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