Rosmin Elsa Mohan
Rosmin Elsa Mohan Poems
|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|
|8.||Black & White||2/11/2015|
|10.||Crossing The Bridge||3/22/2012|
|12.||Dreams In Prussian Blue||1/23/2014|
|15.||It’s Life Indeed||8/20/2013|
|17.||Life' S Not All A Bed Of Roses!||8/7/2011|
|28.||The Shore’s But A Sea Apart!||2/6/2012|
|29.||The Three Phases...||2/13/2013|
|32.||Who Am I?||1/30/2012|
|33.||Why … Why Not?||4/11/2012|
|34.||You, Me, We …||10/29/2014|
I once dreamt of an open field,
The bareness of which alone did shield,
A shadow so frail, in a shadow as such
I thought as much.
I felt it again on my bed at night
Darkness; through which I saw the light
Silence - to feel; and to feel so weak,
Silence, I think I heard her speak.
The crowd through which I made my way,
Gave me a second to poise it through
Shouts around, though I felt them nay,
The Me within, in silence too.
The hours of solace so gifted in tune,
A language unworldly, (beyond the moon!)
To realize it ...
' Diya '
There were these times of my life, when things forever went wrong!
I used to talk, but only to kill that silence within.
I used to smile, but tears never stopped flowing.
I used to study but the lines never had any meaning.
And, I used to write too, but never with an instinct or feeling.