Rosmin Elsa Mohan

Rookie - 47 Points (21st December / New Delhi)

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
6. Balloons... 3/30/2012
7. Beau... 4/18/2013
8. Black & White 2/11/2015
9. Cold 6/5/2014
10. Crossing The Bridge 3/22/2012
11. Death... 1/23/2012
12. Dreams In Prussian Blue 1/23/2014
13. Fish 6/24/2014
14. Heaven... 2/27/2012
15. It’s Life Indeed 8/20/2013
16. Just Me... 5/23/2014
17. Life' S Not All A Bed Of Roses! 8/7/2011
18. My Rain... 3/27/2014
19. Pluralities 2/13/2013
20. Rendezvous 9/5/2014
21. Renewed Grounds 2/23/2012
22. Silence 1/10/2012
23. Staccato.. 3/20/2013
24. Take Away 10/11/2013
25. The Counterpoint 8/5/2012
26. The Mask 10/5/2012
27. The Mirror 10/5/2012
28. The Shore’s But A Sea Apart! 2/6/2012
29. The Three Phases... 2/13/2013
30. Tiffin Tiffany 2/23/2012
31. Time 3/19/2012
32. Who Am I? 1/30/2012
33. Why … Why Not? 4/11/2012
34. You, Me, We … 10/29/2014
Best Poem of Rosmin Elsa Mohan

Silence

I once dreamt of an open field,
The bareness of which alone did shield,
A shadow so frail, in a shadow as such
Silence.
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 ...

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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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