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  • roshannay 4w

    Eid Mubarak❤️

  • roshannay 5w

    Controversy is my middle name
    People argue that I am a symbol of oppression,
    While some argue I am a symbol of shame,
    Some also say I am a sign of regression!
    But do they ask the wearer to define my place in their lives?
    People have rebelled for me and against me...
    I have been the reason of many strifes!
    They can never let me be!
    I am something thats their identity,
    I am not a choice I am something more,
    The world may fight wars to discard me,
    Whatever it is I am hard to ignore...

    ©roshannay

  • roshannay 5w

    Success is a stroke of luck
    Sometimes, despite being hardworking and qualified, you do not succeed.
    Not because you are bad at it,
    But because there is something you needed to be taught.
    And who is a better teacher than Failure?
    Failure is the light that guides you towards success, while success is a dream that needs to be fulfilled.
    You cannot reach your destination until you do not have the light to guide you...

    ©roshannay

  • roshannay 5w

    The gaze of the traveller resting upon them,
    Expecting guidance in the cold dark nights.
    They are made to illuminate the heavens and the earth,
    Their brilliance sometimes blinding the sights...
    These lanterns of the space,
    Fixed in their own axis,
    Looks towards the earth,
    And at the people blinks,
    They themselves are a prisoner of their routines,
    And admire the humans,
    Who are free to dream...

    ©roshannay

  • roshannay 5w

    Fire in your eyes,
    Passion in your veins,
    Hard work and effort
    Success of your dreams,
    And Time...

    ©roshannay

  • roshannay 5w

    “Emily, you know that poems are not just written words. They are the soft taps of reassurance for everyone that it’s okay to be imperfect, unique, misunderstood. They are the songs of soul, words that flow because tears wouldn’t come. They are a way to unleash your helplessness because there is no other way to do so. They are a way to create awareness and a way to make the world hope. Something about words and rhymes and the way they are used just touch you deep within. They undo your soul and sometimes upturn your heart and then create a storm of emotions that makes you stop and think. They are the tools of introspection and makes impossible the new possible, all in between their lines.”

    ©roshannay

  • roshannay 5w

    Even if I regret
    I would choose not to change
    Any mistake that I made...
    Because even though it makes me
    Regret ever making them
    They make me, me...
    They made me ponder,
    They made me repent
    They made me try
    And become better than who I was...
    And they served me as lessons,
    They served a bigger purpose,
    And I cannot imagine changing them,
    Because my mind cannot grasp
    How it helped me after...
    So I will let them be...
    They are after all a part of me.

    ©roshannay

  • roshannay 5w

    “The sky overhears everything, Jimmy.
    Your midnight sobs for the spring that passes by your window pane too quickly shall not go unnoticed...
    And neither will your tears be overlooked..
    Even if nobody hears the ache and pain in your voice,
    They will pierce the pages of each sky and reach towards the most high,
    Where they will be heard...
    And each tear will become a river of mercy as they flow down one by one and envelop the garden of your wilted life,
    Then there will be spring...
    And this time, it won’t pass by.
    Instead it will enter the window,
    And fill your life with blooms of joy,
    And it will stay forever...
    Just have hope and faith,
    That your sobs will be replaced by laughter and smiles...
    Very soon.”


    ©roshannay

  • roshannay 6w

    Will you walk through the most harrowing darkness,
    Darkness that tends to engulf your light,
    Light that is necessary for life,
    Life that is full of possibilities,
    Possibilities that gives you wings,
    Wings that carries you through time and tide,
    Tide that bangs you on the shore of will...

    ©roshannay

  • roshannay 6w

    Have you seen a phoenix fly?
    Smooth and silent like the wind,
    Vividly colored and majestic in nature,
    Calm, pure and pride so thin,
    Each time it loses its might,
    Each time it falls in flight,
    And whenever it has to burn,
    In the time and tide, it has to churn,
    It dares to lift it’s head again,
    It unfurls it’s wings and heals it’s pain,
    And open it’s eyes to take on the challenge,
    From it’s own ashes, to bring a change...
    Defeat isn’t when you fall or burn!
    Defeat is when you remain lost,
    So try to shed the blanket of despair,
    And fly again!
    No matter the cost...

    ©roshannay