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!
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