If they could.

If these cement covered brick walls could talk, They would agree on what a beautiful person I am. They would tell you the tales of my happiness, Whisper you the secrets that I shared in confidence, They would count you the hours that I wept They would stress you the time I caught my breath. If these... Continue Reading →

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Decay

Ignite my body with your spirit I am here in a fight to free my screaming soul, Trapped in the door to your dramatic heart. Chasing the experience of my young self The look that goes hazy, it's scary, Free me, For I am in a hunt for the sun. Amid a foggy, clenching fire,... Continue Reading →

Sky High

Let me paint you a life across the sky, To view it you'll have to spread your wings and fly Jump through that canopy and use it as a ladder Through those rough winds, you might have to push a lil harder. But look at this image, painted in red, orange and yellow,  Like that... Continue Reading →

What is your answer?

"London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained." Sir Arthur Conan Doyle describes London as a great pool of blood, and human waste, that he, a free man was naturally gravitated to. The British empire of which London was (and still is) the capital naturally attracted... Continue Reading →

Rhyme

Take a peep inside my damaged soul, I know you think it shines like gold. Look into these eyes, Riddle me this, Solve my delusions with your kiss. Trapped inside, Teach me how to love, For I need to learn to rise above. This ladder of life, that I need to climb Show me, for... Continue Reading →

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

Two

Love, I'd love to be in love with you. But I do, I do dream to be with someone else too. Curse me, for in this room, here, I only think of you But believe me, I say, We are meant to be Two. -Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

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

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