Rosmin Elsa Mohan

(21st December / New Delhi)

Poems of Rosmin Elsa Mohan

1. ' ARIKE '... so close! 8/16/2012
2. ' Diya ' 1/23/2012
3. ' It Could Never Have Been Better... ' 8/18/2013
4. ** December ** 12/14/2011
5. A Toast To Poetry 3/21/2012
6. Balloons... 3/30/2012
7. Beau... 4/18/2013
8. Cold 6/5/2014
9. Crossing The Bridge 3/22/2012
10. Death... 1/23/2012
11. Dreams in Prussian blue 1/23/2014
12. Fish 6/24/2014
13. Heaven... 2/27/2012
14. It’s Life Indeed 8/20/2013
15. Just Me... 5/23/2014
16. LiFe' s Not All a Bed Of Roses! 8/7/2011
17. My Rain... 3/27/2014
18. Pluralities 2/13/2013
19. Rendezvous 9/5/2014
20. Renewed Grounds 2/23/2012

Death...

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.

It was last Tuesday

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