Descent

Writing, poetry by Roshan Grossman

Writing is a descent within To the cold stones of thought and feeling Where the two, unchiselled, Indefinable, inseparable Are heated to flame By the fire-breath of the soul refining, Lighting Lifting Advertisements

One story

One story, poetry by Roshan Grossman

This journey is an open book With so many steps Undocumented Paths unfolding Divergent Possibilities unexplored So the story in this book Is one, read Among many journeys Followed and not

Dream unpenned

Dream unpenned, poetry by Roshan Grossman

It’s not the words on the page But the absence Signifies the dream Unpenned It’s not the words spoken But the quiet Breaks into song Not yet known Even if time is scripted out And bound to a spine There are still woven Threads loose

Why can’t I see?

Why can't I see? poetry by Roshan Grossman

Oh there it is Again That feeling Of being incapable to see Before and after

No breath enough

No breath enough, poetry by Roshan Grossman

Breathe in The place before Rallying the senses for an all-out battle Of the mind and body Warring with the heart and lungs That can’t keep up and can’t compete For capacity Drawn in and out But never enough

Charmed unsure

Charmed unsure, poetry by Roshan Grossman

A quick word Catches the moment by the tail Spinning it around Until the next moment Approaches Unexpected in arrival and form Unassuming in unexpected charm

Past the cloud

Past the cloud, poetry by Roshan Grossman

To the best sister Tips of toes to top of ladder Fingers reaching past the cloud Grasping for the stars that scattered As you donned your draping shroud I’ll bring them by you one by one Collected in the hands of time Waiting ready when your eyes lift And the darkness illumine

Fenced-in friend

Fenced-in friend, poetry by Roshan Grossman

Misplaced smiles Can just as easily Wound Like barbed wire Lining the fence that makes us Better friends

Games

It’s all fun and games Until someone loses an ego You can’t call it awkward Until someone misses a shot And then Only then Do we squint to see Words that would’ve kept Everyone at play

Open heart

Open heart, poetry by Roshan Grossman

An open chest A sternum cracked A heart beats slowly A ragged tat Exposed to air This muscle lone Pumps and pulls In search of home