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


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


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

An Ashy Gray Void

napo2017button1 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 yet,
Every night I take a look in there and wait,
For those silent tears to roll down my chubby cheeks,
Hit below my face, and on the floor.
But still I visit this void over and over again, everyday,
Till a day, it becomes my favourite place to stay.

-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

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 no one then be our someone
But here I’m, I do apologise.
I like to drink my tea,
Rub my belly, breathe you in,
Dance in your winds,
Shine in your mahogany coloured sky,
Swim in your portion, set my heart in motion
Without hurting your limbs, I want to swing your arms,
But here I’m, I do apologise.
You said the water is blue, clear, transparent,
I made it red, black, oily, opaque, killing
You said the ice stands strong, for those seals and the penguins,
I melt it down, heat it up, I defied your laws,
I beat you up and You offered me things to dine
I treat you garbage and You offered me a roof
But here I’m, I do apologise.
I wanted to live in harmony,
I wanted you to be in harmony,
But here I’m destroying your peace
Killing you inch by inch, piece by piece
I wish I could stop this, I’m trying to stop this,
I am a mere human, You are a massive body of forgiveness
Oh Dear Earth, I hope you survive, I’ll try not to be hostile
But here I’m. I Do Apologise.

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

365 Days A Year

napo2017button1Day 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, deep down
Opened doors locked, to the unknown
He left her weeping, she stood there crying.
Little did he know, she carried their
Child within. Her eyes, deep blue ocean
He was just a ship trapped therein,
With every teardrop, the ship sailed back
To a different shore, never to be returned.
And each night she dimmed the lights,
And each night under the stars she wrote,
365 poems each day for a year
365 food for the soul captured clear
365 flavours of him, spiked as a souvenir.

Roshni Rajskekhar Nair

Checkmate! #20

napo2017button1Day 20. Today’s prompt is to write a poem that incorporates the vocabulary and imagery of a specific sport or game.

checkmated-2147756_1920I play by strategy, one step at a time,
I move carefully, avoiding inescapable threats,
All I care is Me, I am the King, I Castle,
In the battlefield called life, I move prudently
With each problem I face,the neurons in my brain fire up
Like the little guard Pawns, I step and slide glitches away,
And every Pawn I move is possibly a Queen.
When life throws its curveballs, I update my game,
I bring my Knights to the rescue, and with every good move
I think of a better one, Like Bishops, I reason
I reason my game, I calculate the Rooks
When I cover the 8 x 8 squares of my life, Time is running out
My Pawns sacrifice themselves, I fry those neurons away,
I play till my King survives, I am here to win,
So I set the board, I place my pieces, I learn the rules
The match is me, No moves is ever right,
No heart is ever kind, for life is a game of Chess,
Win or Lose, It changes with every move

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair