Nyctophilia

Are you afraid of dark?
Why is it so if you are?
It has to be Dark
For you to see stars.
It has to be Dark
For moonlit skies.

It is Dark when you close your eyes.
“For sleep?” You might think perhaps
But you close your eyes for more than that.

You close your eyes
When you smell flowers. It’s Dark
You close your eyes
When you taste the food you love. It’s Dark
You close your eyes
When you listen to your favourite songs. It’s Dark
You close your eyes
When you feel a kiss. It’s Dark

It is Dark when you pray.
In Dark pupils dilate
So do they do when
You look at your loved one, they say.

And yes we close our eyes when we sleep
We close our eyes when we dream
“Wake Up!” my conscience screams
“Wake Up! And chase your dream.”


The zeal to succeed is my caffeine to achieve.
And trust me at first dark is all it seems.
But whips and scrubs will help polish me
“What doesn’t kill me strongs me.”

Dark times beat you to your knees
But those times teach you to your feet.
The only person you need to beat today
Is the person you were yesterday

God didn’t breathe life into me
Just so I could dig six feet deep.
I don’t work to compete, I work to lead,
I work on mastery, to conquer the peak.
And then watch others compete
To make their feet reach my feat.

                                                   ---Rakshit Nair

What's Love

Love is the most unexplainable feeling on earth,
But also the most talked about under sky.
Love is a feeling we experience since birth;
But I don’t know why, it’s special when it’s for a girl or guy.

A soothing runs from hair tip to toe.
Thinking about ‘that person’ makes your heart let go
Off the pangs of guilty conscience which makes you feel low;
The stress, the tension tugging at your temple which is hard to hold.

It tickles your tummy, you feel butterflies in you bowels.
You begin to ‘live’ life and start looking forwards.
Not out of the blue but yeah you come out of your blues.
In sync with the million fold chorus you get the hints and clues
That life is an opportunity, not to be wasted.
No matter how many tears you’ve tasted.
Life is all about the choices you make.
And the chances you take.

Sincere apologies for being awry with the last part.
But that’s what love does to you; it kills your focus in cold blood.
In love, clarity of thought is AWOL and love sounds evil when spelt backward.
                                                    

                                                  ---Rakshit Nair

Ordeal to Triumph

What got into my noggin was the bottle
As I warm a chair in a motel.
I could feel the cold metal right next to my temple.
The pain weighed a quintal. Weighing down my shoulders like a boulder.
It would take me just a second to squeeze the trigger.
Smile seemed like a riddle. Felt like the world cared for me little.
But within me I heard the sound of a fiddle
Which made my thoughts to swivel.
Hope is the symbol of seagull.
Uh-oh I think the previous line needs a reversal.
But I told you, what got into my noggin was the bottle…

I’ve travelled this long. Did it all on my own.
Didn’t have a mentor to guide me along.
Why travel footsteps when I can create my own?
All you wonder and are seemingly keen
Is to know how am I so cool as a teen.
But have you ever pondered where and what have I been?
What inspired me back was the fiddle inside of me
Climbed, captured and conquered the peak.
This is the place that I’ve always been.
Who’s incredible upon the same pedestal as me?
But like every game, competition is a must to meet.
Bring it on peeps coz I ain’t scared to compete.
Because no matter how many fish in the sea
It’ll be so empty without me
Check! There is still left to achieve-
So kindly wipe the slate clean.

There is still within a thirst unquenched-
A fire still unextinguished-
To swim out of the mainstream and jump off the edge.
A competent within waiting to be challenged.
You need to have the zeal, the will and the courage
To compete and succeed and break out of the cocoon which
Recedes you, veils you and conceals your true self.
So stack your arsenal with your ammo and fuel your chariot with your rage.
Do something impossible like find a rhyme for orange.
Oh! I just did. It goes door-hinge and porridge and storage or Stone Henge. 

                                            ---Rakshit Nair