A fiction

This is a one-character story.

Diary entry 03/12/2017 02:51 GMT

The last time I wrote something long that really expressed myself and my then emotions was early in 2017. A year goes by and life can take a complete U-turn or divert its path and go somewhere unplanned. The then I had the comfort of my education, a hope of a secured future, family, friends, and ME. After a year’s worth effort, countless hours in front of the screen, endless dinner plates later, I am here, in the midst of a neverending desert. Stranded. Alone. Ready to just be another mirage. And to add to my miseries I have no water, no passersby, no camels ( I know this is a desert, but you should remember that this is a fragment of my imagination so no camels, big teeth, scares me, but would be so reassuring if they were there, to be honest) or a someone/ something that would give me hope of a non-barren green land nearby. To bring you back to reality, I have a complete obsession with tea and of course I carry my tea bags around in this desert I’m stuck in. But here’s the deal, Honey there ain’t no water here.

These pillows are not fluffy, the cold has turned them to stone. I don’t actually mind a hard pillow but it sometimes interrupts my imaginations and pop there breaks my bubble, leaving me alone. Again. So here it is a daily log of my life living as a prisoner to my own imaginations. Stuck in a desert or at least that’s what my head wants me to think of, could have been a cruise but no we are in a desert! At least I plan to age well.


To be continued…


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


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.


-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair



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.bench-1031353_640.jpg

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair


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


napo2017button1Day 23 and today’s prompt is to write a double elevenie (German-Elfchen)

Rough Winds
You Will Rise
Let go, be Invincible

Avid Traveller
Live Each Day
The Road Ahead Lies

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair