HOPE.

I am an old, rusted, rare tree,
Trying to scrape off my bark
Willing to make a new start.
Like a moth shedding its skin,
I am growing, scaring, healing,
I am here with hope in my heart.

 

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

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Winter.

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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 cement covered brick walls could talk,
They would sing a tale of how they’ve been my rock.

 

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

 

Try

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-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

Would you?

If I showed you my pain,
Would you store them all or will it be in vain?
Would you scavenge them down,
Or would I make you feel like a clown?
I might get a little teary,
But would you write them in a story?
I know it would be sad, but I’m sorry!
As private as you want, you may keep,
But would you sleep beside and hear me weep?
Or would I come across as a creep?
If I showed you my pain,
Would you show me your own?
Or in this rain would I be alone?

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

Cold.

I am an emotionally vulnerable soul,
You don’t see, but I hide behind this smile
Beyond that red painted lips is a blue cry
Those tears that inflame my eyes and drip
These tears roll down to drench me in agony
But still, I flex the muscles at the sides of my mouth
Hear, Hear. I hear a laugh of my misery.
Yes, I am an emotionally vulnerable soul,
You don’t see, but I am dying inside cold.

 

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

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, an unfair deal,
Find me! Here, the city feasts on my body,
Slowly, I fade away.

 

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

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 breeze of the ocean, warm sun and the tone so mellow
My love, Let me paint you a life across that sky, 
Together, where you and I, will eat, sleep and cry.

Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

Splatter of Crime

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And seconds after that movie, I sat to write this song
A few flickers and a heartburn later, It all came along
With deep words stolen from the dictionary,
I drew him clues to play Pictionary,
I bled on that keyboard trying to rhyme
For my free-verse seemed like a crime
But then again, if only he understood the meaning
Hidden behind, I could only think this screaming
Lies upon lies that we feed each other
Piles upon piles of emotions draining through a gutter
Splatter of crime dripping down the wall
From far across I hear the siren, but I still stand tall.
Shorter than history
A murder And a mystery.

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

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 without you I cannot rhyme.

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair