Universe: Poem

 

The universe is in me
As much as
I’m in the universe

I stroll by the ocean
Deep blue waves of peace
Wade into my conscious

I kneel before the sun in prayer
Streaks of radiance
Shine into my being

I bask under a canopy’s warmth
Evergreen droplets of purity
Swim into my senses

I brave the mighty mountain
Rocks of resilience
Cut through my veins

I navigate the dark forest
Leaves of serenity
Creep into my soul

I look up at the vast sky before sleep
Clouds of oneness
Cuddle my skin

The universe is in me
As much as
I’m in the universe
Copyright © Roshni Ramanan

Grey: Poem

Sidlak#3
Sidlak: A five line poem composed of 3-5-7-9 syllables and the last line (without restrictions on syllables) indicates a colour that sums up the authors’ feelings and the spirit of the poem.

 

The moon’s welts

reflect a beaten

broken world of hapless sins

Yet there’s hope- hints of white glint amidst

the grey globe of today

Copyright © Roshni Ramanan

Poetry: Poem

When I see you
I read poetry

When I hear you
I feel poetry

When I touch you
I drink poetry

When I hold you
I inhale poetry

As we talk
we trade poetry

As we walk
we breathe poetry

As we cook
we mesh poetry

As we negotiate
we barter poetry

As we fight
we burn poetry

As we whisper
we leak poetry

As we sleep
we rest poetry

As we sway
we dance poetry

As we laugh
we sing poetry

As we cry
we rain poetry

As we kiss
we taste poetry

As we love
we write poetry

When I’m with you
I live poetry
Copyright © Roshni Ramanan

Spillage: Poem

I see my life spread out on the floor

the stench of unclean memories floods the space

glass edges left ajar stare at me jarringly

spiked edges of a broken past

ghostly paints splash squirming violently

walls disconcerted by eerie noises

bundles of loss are tied and neatly stacked

fear hate worry run amuck in contest

cotton balls of bad choices float away

balloons of pain fleeing from me

as I sigh heavily a breath of relief

I am nothing

I can fill the floor all over again

wiser and better choices this time

Sometimes, spillage is good

Copyright © Roshni Ramanan