Our’s is the kind of Love…

Our’s is the kind of love you read in novels,
The ones that touch your soul, and melts your heart.
And my love for you is Old,
Born way before our time,
It’s a look that keeps us warm,
Like sipping on that glass of fine wine.
And we loved, to not be together,
To not die together, But we loved.
Like old tales sing, we never gazed,
But you are the sun that hits my face,
And I am the wind that caresses your neck,
So Look up, for our’s is the kind of love that makes the sky rain.

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair


An epistle to my younger self.


For You, Forever

I find me
An unsung hero, in your eyes,
In the lustful stories of your mind,
The tender kisses of our lips that never touched
Through the lightyears between our bodies, never twined,
I find me
Like the scent of my fears
Like knowing that the wanting of being wanted,
I might make it there, someday,
Just to be apart by a whisker, From you,
I find me
More in your laughs, Than in me of course,
Like that uncasted shadow of your presence,
Lingers, Inseparable you are, My dear, I fear,
Just how the poets praised, And sonnets sang,
I find me,
Above the ground, more towards holy,
Defeated you are, as I Surrender in your arms,
And I shall wait, for time to reverse, for seasons to change,
And for the sky to burn in flames, For you, Forever.

-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair

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




-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


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


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


मेरी कब्र, तुम्हारी आँखें,
उनमें समाधि के लिए, हम प्यार करते हैं,
बस एक बार के लिए, हम दो बार मरते हैं.
डूबता हुवा सूरज, जैसे चन्द्रमा के लिए
काले बादल, जैसे भारिश के लिए
हमारी हर प्रार्थना है आप के लिए.
संग उनके चलने की हम दुआ करेंगे
ज़माने को छोड़ उनके तरीके सीख जायेंगे
इरशाद, कभी किसी शायर की शायरी में, हम उनमें  मिल जायेंगे.

 -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