I have an endless list of poems
Running through my hair strands
I have words twined together
And rhymed, worn in plaits
Phrases ready to be released.
And Every time I think of you
Off goes a strand
Freed mid-air, only to reach rock bottom
Navigating themselves on white paper
“Behold the birth of Poetry”


-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair



Someday, Years from now, I’ll meet you,
And we shall exchange words for laughter,
Tears of our happiness, Someday.

Someday, Moments from today, I’ll wake up,
To a new dawn, In a place where,
The sun meets your feet, Someday.

Someday, I’ll join the wind, I’ll dance,
To the rhythm of the wind-chimes,
And you’ll be my musical drama, Someday.

Someday, Decades from today, I’ll be gone,
Somewhere, Nowhere, Far far away,
But I’ll meet you in the memoirs of my memory, Someday.


-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair



NaPoWriMo Day 24:  write an elegy – a poem typically written in honor or memory of someone dead. But we’d like to challenge you to write an elegy that has a hopefulness to it.
Almost on prompt!


Looking at you is like seeing a ghost
I know it ain’t real but it’s scary and cold
No matter how many spells I google
They never seem to protect,
No matter how many candles I burn
Your scent lingers, Like rotten eggs,
Your words are punches straight in the gut
No matter how hard I duck I feel the pain
You are the casted shadow that I try to avoid
Maybe that’s why I don’t turn around,
Maybe that’s why I smashed all my mirrors,
Maybe that’s why I prefer the night sky,
I feel fragments of my history die
I feel memories fade from my temporal lobe
No matter how many times I write my story
I know that this Alzheimer’s visits me everyday
No matter. Never did.
I still try to pick my dead pieces,
Crying, Laughing, Hoping, Remembering…


-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair


And I caught a glimpse of you today
Pressed inside a decade-old book,
A Red rose wrapped in brown pages,
Unscented and Dead.


-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair


Moved on…

These random 1 AM episodes I have of you,
Take them all away. Like the sound of you,
Make them inaudible too. Like the presence
Of your absence, Be gone. For I have moved on,
For I have healed. For now, I see past your darkness,
For now, I choose my happiness.


-Roshni Rajsehkhar Nair

Oh Lovers!

Day 8 of NaPoWriMo, Prompt – write poems in which mysterious and magical things occur. Your poem could take the form of a spell, for example, or simply describe an event that can’t be understood literally.

There once danced a river by that big rock,
She sang the melodies of the old country maid,
The one banished, the one in love,
The one who was “The One“!
She whispered, Oh so softly, “Close your eyes,
Grounded feet, you young ones. The moon’s out,
Hear the children of this night sing!
Row, Row a little harder. Let me take you,
Across and Away. Far and Gay. Let me, Oh Lovers!
Motionless you may not sit, for this night
Is wild as a forest fire, It may eat you alive,
This thirst for blood I hold within, will
Gulp you raw. This is a saga. This is a poem.
This is a mystery and This is the so-called history.
There once, stood a man, A man you see,
This poem he is. He wrote letters of love, to
The one named “NEVER TO BE LOVED“. He engulfed
his pride, dethroned because of his wife.
The truth…” answered the crystal ball. “Wake up!
This is your last call.” He the King, chained,
unarmed, stood for his last battle. With smoked
Sky, the windchimes rhyme, He was called,
To never to be answered. “That Woman, That No One,
She should be burnt alive! The truth that is!” said,
The Crystal Ball. Rushed, 10 horses, Oh so white,
Away from light, into the woods, shredded her to pieces,
Ripped her soul apart, Cursed was then, Banished!
Never to be human. Never to be “The One“, The woman,
The one named “NEVER TO BE LOVED“.
Turned to a river, to wash the paths we walked,
To water the barren earth we built houses on,
To quench the thirst of the lovers hidden.
Oh, she turned into this river, to sing,
The tales of her love, The truth of her love,
The sorrow of her love and The agony of her love.
So row, Oh merry ones, Let me take you,
Across and Away. Far and Gay. Let me, Oh Lovers!

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

The Third Man

NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 3: Prompt:  writing a list poem in which all the items are made-up names. If band names don’t inspire, how about a list of titles for romantic novels? Or new television cop dramas? They can be as over-the-top as you like, because that’s (at least) half the fun. Happy writing!


And soon I was the third man,
The Psycho, On the waterfront,
A Rebel without a Cause, Who
After A Hard Day’s Night was Charged
With a touch of Evil. I thought,
It’s a Wonderful Life, But Repulsion.
These Mean Streets, City Lights, And
The Sound of Music, I Ran, with Freaks,
Into the Night of the Living Dead,
With nothing but Regret. This is
Not an Anatomy of a Murder, But,
The scream of a Man of Modern Times
Ruling the Throne of Blood.

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair


List of Names of Classics Movies Used:
1)The Third Man (1949)
2)Modern Times (1936)
3)Psycho (1960)
4)A Hard Day’s Night (1964)
5)Repulsion (1965)
6)Touch of Evil (1958)
7)On the Waterfront (1954)
8)Anatomy of a Murder (1959)
9)It’s a Wonderful Life (1946)
10)City Lights (1931)
11)Throne of Blood (1957)
12)Freaks (1932)
13)Night of the Living Dead (1968)
14)Mean Streets (1973)
15)Ran (1985)
16)Rebel Without a Cause (1955)
17)The sound of Music (1965)


And the truth is, I don’t know,
And probably I never will,
All I know, Was that I knew,
That to love you, was love
That to hate you, was love
That my heart was engraved,
And ‘Forever’ meant “
All of the Above”!


-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

NaPoWriMo #1

I see you in my nightmares,
And I associate you with pain
I see your eyes follow around,
With my every movement,
I know that you know.
Clenching my wrists towards my brain,
I scream so loud to ease my pain
You are history, so be gone,
Let me find peace, Let me dissolve you
For I’m secretly scared of you,
For I’m secretly ashamed of me.

©Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

NaPoWriMo 2018, Day 1- Prompt: write a poem that is based on a secret shame, or a secret pleasure.


I fell
the Rabbit hole
You ask me,
“Is it deep and cold?”
Is it dark and dangerous?

“Have you

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair