Rosmin Elsa Mohan Poems

The night seemed long
I wished I could fly
Back in time
Again to the beginning
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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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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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Am I Happy?

The best things in life come in the form of simple thoughts. Today afternoon, I felt something beautiful. It made me think. Is happiness as we perceive what it is? Or is it beyond what we really think it is? I really don't think I have an answer at this point, so let me pen it down.
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