Dance: Poem

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My body springs free

of knots

Steps shift into

smooth sequence

Hands turn skyward

a weight lifted off them

Legs defy gravity

Music not missed

for the heels

make lofty rhythms

I spin endlessly

weaving sweetness

within my silver soul

Doer – deed

the binary merges

Choreography dispels

I taste limitless liberty

Movements carry me along

I surrender –

Ride of a lifetime

Copyright © Roshni Ramanan




Painting: Poem


An art brush drips inside of me

Throbbing, kicking wildly

Lettering a tragicomedy-

Brazen strokes vibrant of

ecstasy, sorrow and madness

bleeding in –

Red Green Blue

throw themselves

against the receptive canvas

I live loudly

My single redeeming attribute

I hold nothing back-

When you ask to witness

the spells of a fiery sketch

Don’t be bewildered

if I confess –

All my paintings


inside of me

Copyright © Roshni Ramanan


An ode to Rain: Poem

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Blessed rain,
I sense you as
your throbs become
the marching band
to my writing

My letters come to
a standstill
for my pen is perennial
but you are the muse

you versatile liquid,
A farmer’s prayer,
the golden harvest
A child’s answer,
the school holiday

I look up
from my study desk
you turn time for me
I recall our past
from paper boat contests
to swaying to your
alluring whistle

When you drench my soul
my stains are purged
I’m fresh white paper
waiting to be written in
once again

I see passersby
shooting umbrella shields
shunning your drizzle pecks
scuttling for shelter
away from You,
Life bringer

Worry not, old friend
My door is unlatched
my racing feet
splash puddles
eager to welcome you
I gaze upwards fondly
Your recognition’s instant
you gather pace

In a longing embrace
I open my arms wide
Diamond droplets
spill into my soul

Update: I just got notified that this was my hundredth post. I’m happy beyond words to thank everyone for the unbelievable support and for taking the time to read, like, comment and/or follow. The WordPress community has been beyond kind to me and I didn’t think I’d get here when I started. I sincerely respect and salute every blogger here, for consciously breathing life into art. Thank you!

Copyright © Roshni Ramanan



A doll’s world: Poem

I am a doll
I’m full of life

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I’m arranged on racks
during navratri*
A symbol of traditions
A narrator of culture


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I’m used as a puppet
The face of another’s tale
Man, animal or myth
A tool to counsel,
educate or entertain


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I’m used for voodoo
Pins poke into my body
meant to unmake witches
I bear the curser’s wrath,
the pain of the cursed


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I feel the safest
in a child’s hand
A metaphor for dreams
A voice to worldviews
Companion, confidante
Cared for, precious

But, most of all,
I love children for
recognising that
I’m a person,
not a prop.

*Navratri (Sankskrit) translates to nine nights and is an annual Indian festival.
Copyright © Roshni Ramanan


Myriad Musings

New Year is a myth

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I’m all for burying the old and heralding the new.

Any reason for hope and celebration? Count me in!

Yet, as an Indian, it baffles me that we privilege the Western construct of the New Year over the different dates and traditions indicated by our cultures.

I’m also stumped by the naivete that one can truly expect Jan 1 to be different from Dec 31, the previous day. 2018 and 2019 are mere numbers unless we make it different.

What also bewilders me is that it takes a ‘construct’ to trigger man’s inner clock to pause and take a good, hard look at his own life.

I don’t look at the date and decide whether or not to evaluate where I’m at and take the necessary steps to move forward.

Here’s my year-long loop: Mark a habit, mind map a routine, evaluate, modify, try again.

I agree that we cannot be on at all times but it’s key to work towards the changes we really require a lot more frequently. I’d argue that self-reflection works miracles if it’s at least weekly, if not daily.

Becoming better is a constant; it is a state of mind and not a point in time. 

Let us determine to live consciously, with intention and awareness, and create a New year for ourselves.

Best of luck. I have faith in you. Time to make a happy 2019.

Copyright © Roshni Ramanan





Myriad Musings

The Mystery Blogger Award

It’s rewarding to start the year off on a high note with my first Mystery blogger award, thanks to the generous author of Mes Mots, whom you can find at https://mesmotsbysazz.com/author/scorpio1987sazzy/



1. Put the award logo/image on your blog

2. List the rules.

3. Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog.

4. Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well

5. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself

6. You have to nominate 10 – 20 people

7. Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog

8. Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question (specify)

9. Share a link to your best post(s)

10. Answer the questions your nominator gave you.

About Mystery Blogger award:

According to the creator, Okoto, “Mystery Blogger Award” is an award for amazing
bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging, and they do it with so much love and passion.

3 things about me:

I almost never eat a meal that’s not a part of Indian cuisine

I’ve always been social media free, as in, I’ve never had an account on Insta, Snapchat or FB.  I don’t count WordPress as social media per se. I’m only on Whatsapp.

I consider almost everything art. Yes, you read that right. Everything.

I’m not going to nominate people as I generally receive responses saying that they don’t do awards and I don’t want to put undue pressure on anyone. This, in no way, discounts the fact that I love the vibrant WordPress community and have discovered awe-inspiring writers in this space.

Q & A:

  • What’s your New year resolution?

I once resolved to never make resolutions again and I’ve upheld that till date. Haha.

  • Your greatest fear?

I fear that life, as a whole, might not work out

  • If you are the last person remaining, what belonging would you like to save and keep with you forever?

Food?! Not sure if that counts as a belonging.

  • What was your best and worst 2018 moment?

It’s been a year where the highs have been high and the lows have been low but I can’t put my finger on superlatives


Ironman. Confession: I have not watched any version of Batman

Link to favourite post:

I certainly have no favourites. I’ll share one of my first attempts at slam poetry:


Thank you for reading! Stay terrific 😀