I find myself in the Universe As I pursue Poetry in people Zephyr wind whistles whisper sing-song secrets Tides of time tango in delight A damsel's auburn curls spring free under evanescent skies Gossamer threads unraveled by her sun-kissed laughter Frozen caterpillar dreams find fluorescent butterfly wings frigid fantasies ignite into molten lava Families find home Held hands harbor hope couples wade through vociferous tides Flowers bloom in an iridescent ballet Children dance in buoyant smiles A man's indigo eyes hold stories untold Tales of his treasure hunt, lost and found Innocent infant laughter plunges me into childhood the embrace of all my past selves Effervescent wisps of wisdom an elder exudes in grey renders me naive surety about uncertain tomorrows The people I watch, and the voyeur, I merge in the song of velvet horizons differences strewn, similarities celebrated as giving Mother Nature takes us in her arms As I pursue Poetry in people I find me in everyone- and lose myself in the Universe. Copyright © Roshni Ramanan
My tender hands harbor emerald dreams crystal balls pulsate potential a future of my design When my velvet dreams bleed I, persevering, plead: "Hold on tight Let's brave the raucous night Morning come We'll put up another fight." We wander exotic lands unmarked by hoof prints build stoic rudders set sail into pregnant tomorrows I cradle my silver dreams caress of sanguine songs "If my heart resolute, and Spirit be true hurdles, no heed I'll see you through." My golden dreams and I assiduous scale precipitous mountains mighty fecundate fertile life from horizon heights When my molten dreams no longer incubate caterpillar burst into butterfly flame I unleash their lava onto dragon skies Variegated wings spread Iridescence across infinite space Victors wink at me jubilant Beaming rainbow pride Copyright © Roshni Ramanan May your ardent, blazing dreams crystallize into a radiant reality!
Eternal Summer: Poem
Dance me into the sunrise Let's Foxtrot into fantasy weaving our youth around sunbeams of laughter Waltz into wonder, as butterflies garland us with pollen pecks Tango in triumph to tanager tunes cockatiel cheerleading calls Sambo into solace swaying amidst jubilant bougainvillea Mambo in merriment mischievous sea breeze caressing my skirt Rambo in radiance fiery light rays igniting latent desires Jive in jouissance hearts bloom open under expansive umbrella skies Quickstep into quest exultant waves rush delivering answers Salsa away from sunset stealing time stilling cycles of nature You've danced me into the Land of eternal summer Copyright © Roshni Ramanan
Cacophonous words clash and clang Cluttered ink callously smeared bleeding across lines Between the stilled pauses lie crouched conflicts Wailing war cries waft in the void Half sentences sort-of phrases hang in the aching air hovering in terror Strikes stilling protest muffling urgent words need to be said Worlds in disarray Lives distorted The nib scribbles on disconcerted by our dismay distant, deleterious Destabilizing commas disorienting Suspicious semi-colons dangling false hope Yet, the awaited full-stops never prevail Horrified by iniquitous display Reprehensible design I long for innocence an unwritten page Refilling inkwells I shut my eyelids in hopes they reopen to a cotton white parchment. Copyright © Roshni Ramanan A small tribute to the lost lives and a fervent prayer for peace
Laughter An explosion releasing me from trappings A manifest drum call for cheer and celebration Chuckle Tongue-in-cheek humor Caressing secrets hidden in my cellar They age with time Guffaw Showcasing glee unapologetic, unreserved Splashing joy Wholesomeness packaged Giggles Sweet nectar Soft, endearing An appreciation of life's smaller moments Chortle Thundering joy commands attention Addictive calls for the collective to join in Grin Thinly veiled treat Display of your delight Inviting others in Smile Succulent melody Acquaints strangers Silver thread Mirroring the soul's shine An old poem from the reserves. Hope you're blessed with many a reason to smile 🙂 Copyright © Roshni Ramanan
Cwtch : Poem
Cwtch (rhymes with 'butch') is a Welsh term to mean a safe storage space or a cupboard. It also signifies a meaningful embrace to offer safety to a loved one. Hugs are for everyone, cwtches are for a special few. I dedicate this poem to anyone who's had moments of touch starvation in the pandemic, and could use a virtual hug. My chest harbouring two heartbeats Head perching securely nested on sturdy shoulders Our right palms find harmony thumb unveiling fate lines Held hands hold hostage secrets spoken in silence You cruise through my curls unsnarling knots unravelling me I support the small of your back lest you disintegrate in the ecstasy of our union Eyes closed See through the soul's shine Treasure chests within An embrace Explosive electricity at first Then a sweet, settled melody sounds only we are privy to Tasting safety wholesomeness of home Hugs are delicacies Scents speak an exquisite language No words - yet Meaning abundant Sun-kissed smiles One feathery curve stroking, soothing sores Windows closed Freedom of wind flows within our sheltered fort Expansive as starry skies Our feet still- as do the Short and long hands no miles to traverse Here we find home We create a force field Alienating the world- yet Containing it All at once. Copyright © Roshni Ramanan
Within Arm’s Reach: Poem
Blessed with Abundance, Buoyant with Curiosity, Cradled in Comfort, Cajoled by Peace, Elevated with Experience, Elated by Epiphanies, Serenaded by Success, Stroked softly by Grace, Cheered by Adventure, Cherished with Love, Guarded by Courage, Garlanded with Victory, Fueled with Motivation, Freed by Belief, Powered with Enthusiasm, Protected by Faith, Radiant with Novelty, Resplendent with Content, Guided by good Intent, Gifted eternal Well-being. Within arm's reach, The Ideal is now Tangible. Copyright © Roshni Ramanan
Puncture my parachute so I find my wings and fly.
Take me away from the outside world so I connect with the person in the mirror.
Cage me in a bubble so I break out of it.
Silence me so I find meaningful things to say when I regain my voice.
Push me into the dark so I find my way through the long nights.
Corner me so I reclaim my space. Violate my space so I erect boundaries.
Hold me close to the ground so my urge to stand tall and proud intensifies.
Bind me tight so I learn to play with knots of limitation.
Hit me when I’m down so I savour the ups when the rollercoaster turns.
Drown me in doubt so I wade towards my survival.
Take away the false shine, so I’m not blinded by glimmer. Snatch a real diamond or two, so I learn its value.
Punch me in the stomach so I learn to stand up for myself.
Lure me into Candyland so I separate fantasy from reality.
Lay me in rock bottom so I look up to the sky.
Pull the ground beneath my feet so I find new legs to stand on.
Stretch me so I know how to reach.
Pin me to the wall so I learn not to beat my fists against it.
Render me weak so I grow to be strong. Leave me helpless so I discover tools to help myself.
Burden me so I’ll relieve myself of some battles.
Drop me out of another’s world so I shoot for the stars in the galaxy.
Throw me in a cesspool of agony so I relish every moment of ‘happy.’
Place me in a well of tears and I’ll cherish every drop of the elixir of joy.
Destroy all that I’ve built so I create a better home for myself.
Erase all that I was so I get to rewrite who I am.
I’ve you to thank for any success, acceptance and progress that has been splashed onto my palette.
Thank you for being my cheerleader. My saviour. My best friend.
Kudos to you for knowing what I need before I do.
I look forward to when you come and visit me next.
Copyright © Roshni Ramanan
What’s the word for it? #2
I wish there were words to describe:
Having just the right amount of something. Not too much, not too less.
The terror in anticipation of a big fall when you’re riding a high. Too good to be true, often isn’t.
Having something happen to you that you thought “only happens in movies.” Ready to break into a song and dance, anyone?
Equally valid, polar opposite ways of thought and feeling. Delighted and distraught about moving abroad. That joke was both atrociously offensive and absolutely hilarious, all at once.
The joy of the last but one step. Relishing the hills and vales of the journey so far. Eagerly awaiting the fruits of the sweaty trek. One more class, one more day, and I’ll be done. This time tomorrow.
Garlanded by applause. You bag the prize every participant coveted. Every spectator’s eye on you.
Awkwardly being on the receiving end of a musical “Happy birthday to you..” Yikes. We’ve all been there.
Not knowing what to do after checking off a major goal. Hold on – I don’t have to prepare for this event anymore? Yaay! But, what do I do with all my time now?
Knowing you should stop but not being able to. One more song. One more minute on the internet. One last page before I turn off the lights. Oops, it’s morning.
Breaking into fits of laughter at the most inopportune times. Don’t give away the prank. Keep a straight face throughout your presentation. Please, not at a funeral.
Tripping and falling on flat surfaces. Every time.
Knowing something in your bones with no factual evidence to back it up. How can you be so sure? Because- I just know.
When “your day” comes around. All of a sudden, you’re the Scrabble king. Your bat solely secures sixes and fours. You’re psychic. Today, the wind’s on your side.
Copyright © Roshni Ramanan
Wish granted: Poem
You’ve stilled my fleeting gaze
Pinned my wandering thoughts
Focused my temporal interest
Ice walls melted into a puddle
Stone gates crumbled into ash
My pillars now arch- curious
My sealed lips slightly curved
Cracks in the windows of my intellect
Logic kneeling with humility
The door of my emotions
given in to the relentless knocks
The trees in my front yard
bring to me songs of your persistence
I can respect a spirited fighter
Rake your wild thoughts
Will for one dream,
Ask what you wish for,
For it will be granted.
Copyright © Roshni Ramanan