Roshni D'Souza lived in India until the age of 16 and is a citizen of Canada, but currently finds herself living and working as a physical therapist in Ohio. She never really feels at home anywhere, but is able to functionally adapt everywhere. She's also trying to convince herself that home is where the heart is; however, that is a task much easier said than done due to the fact that on most days, she's not sure where her heart is.
Roshni has no particular aspirations in writing. She does so mainly to amuse herself and because she has always been in love with words for as long as she can remember. She only writes sporadically as most of her inspiration comes at night and she's too lazy to turn on the light and pursue it or when she's driving and usually does not have time to pull over. Most of her time is fondly spent with her husband, her son, and practising physical therapy in the field of industrial rehabilitation.
I wake up to the reality of my dreams
To find you woven in every moment, it seems.
Life goes on... simple, sedate;
I seem content enough with my fate.
...
I stared at you long enough to let our eyes meet
and wondered at your heels on that icy street.
Wondered at services you had already rendered,
either for gain or gratuitously tendered.
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Journey into depth of soul,
slippery slope or mere hell-hole;
taken despite wary warning
finds may cause massive mourning.
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No rhyme, no rhythm, no reason;
No song for a special season;
No cause against which to rage;
Just wandering words down the page.
...
Everything said and done,
the veracity of things left
unsaid and undone
seem to reverberate,
...