Rosmin Elsa Mohan

I once dreamt of an open field,
The bareness of which alone did shield,
A shadow so frail, in a shadow as such
Silence.
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There were these times of my life, when things forever went wrong!

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December.

She never had been so easy to endure,
The hardest part of her, am not just sure.
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''When loneliness becomes your forbidden partner,
and Trouble knocks and shoots up at the door,
of a heart about to crush and wither,
with sorrows built up over and more.
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Streams that flow in ink and out
Rampant emotions to wilt yet sprout
The ode to being the root for change
In a world buried, so deadly estrange.
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I loved candles. Now I know why.

The only sound I could hear was my own heart beat. The morning seemed no longer bright. For a fact, Room No.903, commonly known as the ICCU at AIIMS, had no windows. Morning and nights equally smelled of antiseptic. I had started to forget the smell of my skin. The needle that pierced the epidermal tissues offered no sensation after all. The insanity of the entire room as though reflected on me, as I had started to become a vegetable.
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The main star of my story, rather the heroine is Tiffany. Tiffany was beautiful. When kids saw Tiffany, they would fight for her. When elders saw Tiffany, they were reminded of their kids, and when the youth saw Tiffany, it made them nostalgic. Yes! Tiffany was a beauty, but more than that, Tiffany was a tiffin box.


Life was forever easy for Tiffany. Right from the time, when the popular plastic company manufactured her, life was very exciting for her. It was very colourful too, as Tiffany had many friends all around her. The box shaped Boxer, the cylinder shaped Cindy and many others. But Tiffany stood out of them all. Now she was a unique shaped one. Well, she was heart shaped and obviously she knew how much it meant to all. Of course, the mortals would never buy the fact of a tiffin box having a heart, after all. But, Tiffany had one. A small cute heart, which now reflected all across her. She was all set when she was molded and cast into form, but most of all when she was coloured. Oh! she was coloured red, well now she would call that - ‘'heart Red'. She still remembers all those envious glances her 'girl' friends had given her, as she was loaded on to the truck to be placed in one of the biggest supermarkets in town. But, alas that was history!
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I thought I was a son
My life, when had begun
I thought I was the one
When I knew I’d but won
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The lonely blue kissed the sea
The sea herself bathed in blue
It seemed the blue kissed the blue
In the air, I felt it too.
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On a speck a moment ticks
Across dials that decorate
Pinpoints of fate
Shadows move across fields in parts
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I looked in the mirror. Two eyes stared back. One was mine, the other…

It had been a long night, or did it seem so?
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The night seemed long
I wished I could fly
Back in time
Again to the beginning
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I saw them fly high. Red, green, turquoise and in a rarest blend of living colours.

As a kid they were my best companions. I used to talk to them. They did answer too. Wordless conversations that grew stronger with the breeze.
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The Why leads to the Why not
Answers to, desperately sought.
The nature, the source, the outcome
One's prejudice to sulk wholesome.
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They cried, yet, without a tear,
They lived, yet, in profound fear,
They loved, you and me, so tenderly dear,
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I light a candle for you
in faith.. in love
To fight this darkness
A ray of hope
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The colors were always blue..
Prussian blue.
They dried on to the canvas in brooches of blue too..
Seemed strange
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It was a long night
Contractions and suffocation
Facing both sides of hell
Labour - in her true shell
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What's life if you get all that you desire?
What's life if it’s always just fun?
You need to but walk on a bed of thorns
And get but burnt under the scorching sun
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Take away from me this realm of darkness
Take away from me this depth of pride
Take away from me the reeds of holy
Take away and away aside
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