तुम

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उसके दबे पाँव पायल की छनक
मेरे हर खट्टी मीठी बात पे गूँज उठी |
मधुर एक सागर की लहर बनके
मेरे दिल के कागज़ पे गज़ल बन गयी |
छम छम एक राग वो, कभी मधुर, कभी नटखट
वो मेरे जिंदगी की हसीन तकदीर बन लिखी |
कुछ इस तरह तुम्हारे रंगों से उल्फ़त हो गया
की कभी आप, कभी तुम, तो कभी हम हो गये |

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

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An epistle to my younger self.

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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

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