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

Nothingness

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

In the Hyde Park

With green grass spread beyond what the eyes could see Textured and furnished with abundant trees There on untilted land, played the young and the old That evening, till the heart felt warm and the sun went cold. There on untilted land, by the shades of the leaves, stood a park bench Where they sat, gazing… Continue reading In the Hyde Park

You.

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

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

LOVE #2

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

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 An Ashy Gray Void

CLIMB

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