-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair



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 without you I cannot rhyme.

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

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


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


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


-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

Sonnet 1: Time, a Plaque

Where the sun shape-shifted, dusk awaited,
I felt that shadowy beast prey the light,
Wolves, sang lullaby, as the day ended,
The hourglass flipped once again with that night
Next morning the season changed, trees, barren,
Love shattered, the River, cold, Him, faded
Pale skin, his body decayed, a siren.
The greedy time arbitrarily pleased,
Of it devouring our heaven, A plaque,
So bland, smelled our fears, it brought us to tears,
It stood there, ready to stab in the back,
Till one day, time was gone, so was my dear.
          Time Crept, I wept, till the sun was selfless,
          Till the warm golden ray marked us timeless.


Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

That Indian Summer -NaPoWriMo 8

napo2017button1Day 8 of NaPoWriMo and today’s Prompt is to write a poem that relies on repetition. It can be repetition of a phrase, or just a word.



Bitter cold, something blue, left the world pale,
Yet my heart melted, melted like in an Indian Summer.
Left us helpless, lips tied down, the winter hues,
Reminded me of the time, The time I played,
Played my song in the Indian Summer.


The winter’s melody, I get them none, My blood
Iced, may stop running, Evil and Fierce, You offered me,
You offered me a cup of coffee, nothing mushy,
Melted me down, down like the Indian Summer,
That Indian Summer where the children laughed, With merry,
Where the Sun showed its grace, I sit on the Rope Tree Swing,
Swoosh, Swoosh, Back and Forward and back and forward.
That Mid November. That Indian Summer.


Damaged my plants, that killing frost,
I missed that gold hue, That gold hue which is no more,
That gold hue, during the one Indian Summer When,
Grandma made lemonade, Sipped down, Chilled down,
That Indian Summer, When we fell in love, love with the beaches.
Where We waltzed, Waltzed our way, through the Indian Summer.


But now the Blue-Jay calls, crowned head, King of the frost,
Aggressive, Slowly Spreading its wings, He now sees,
Sees between those smoky mountains, Through the forest,
Where the first ray of light hit the ground, It was time,
Time of the youth, time of love, time of joy, It was time,
The sun painted the sky orange, red, yellow, green, he splashed,
Splashed some colour onto my soul, Chestnut fragrances the world below,
September, brought its delight, the harvested delight, And I knew,
I knew it was that time of glory. That time for Indian Summer.chestnut-1710430_1280

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

Thames, mine Always.

napo2017button1Day 5 and the prompt for Day Five- write a poem that is based in the natural world: it could be about a particular plant, animal, or a particular landscape. But it should be about a slice of the natural world that you have personally experienced and optimally, one that you have experienced often.

We sat together, once again, under that sky,
You stopped for a minute and glanced us by,
Sang that melody, flowed through the South England,
Dear Thames, don’t tell my tale to those on the mainland.
            I’ll race you to the London Eye, meet me above,
            I’m willing to tell you, if you promise to be in love.
But now, this heart’s symphony, you gave movement to,
Hold him back for me, he has left me blue,
I’ll see you by the Wharf, against the tides,
Tell him, look in his eyes, remember I cried.
And now March passed, I stood by, Spring followed,
Alone by Thames, the world seemed new, pain swallowed.
You offered me company, My friend Thames,
Sharing the stories of the skylines, while playing Flames,
Thy vision, Thames, sweet river, there by my side,
The ferries, the tunnels, the walking trails, you glide.
            You shiny, silver, flowing history,
            I am now deep in your glory.
The sun smiles, you bear a part of me, My love,
The earth green, our friendship red, As of,
 It’s now clear, You are my Always,
Drip drip drop, you caught me, Thames, mine Always.

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

Photographed by Me


Birth- A new chapter!

And then December passed by,
Down came January for 31 days, but
Still I bloomed on a February day,
Cleaving down that womb sharp.
Pain accompanied her, not mere,
Death, Nirvana, Reform and Birth,
Red as plum, maybe cherry Red.
Blue like the solemn night, face, speech, tone.
 The thirst for me. Old and New.
Dreams, Hope, Like blood
Rushing through her veins, Someday,
Somebody, Each day, Every waking.
The truth in my eyes, innocence.
Flew with time, aristocracy, of birth,
Went down humanity with time sands.
Nobility submerged into authenticity.
But then again December passed by,
January came for 31 days, and
Yet I bloomed on a February day,
Smitten by her. She. Amma.
-Roshni R. Nair