Nothingness. Tired mammal With battles many Victory few, Friends none Stumbled, fumbled, troubled, struggled Soul Be at peace. Time is near You are now weak, though once notorious Farewell. I beg you run. Alarming winds call You have no place to hide. Emptiness follows you Your glorious life is here towards the end. Into Oblivion.… Continue reading Nothingness


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

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

Oh, Pheromones!

The lingered sweat from my body Perfumed the room.  And his senses desired, To be drunk in my fragrance, To kiss my lips and Be gone For once. Oh, Pheromones!   -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 Smile


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 I Do Apologise

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 365 Days A Year