Birdsong

I love the birdsong echoingthrough my front lawn, crocheted by all shades of green.Humming through my rustic courtyard,tuning into the sunlit verandahs,passing through the crevices of walls.Walls bricked with all the faith and vigour,and buttered by love and care,by the men and women,of this safe haven. The oranges in my lawn,sparkle of glitter and sunshine.The…

How?

How do you cope up with a situation that leaves you no room to ponder and act? Do you accept it or leave it to God? Do you keep on hustling trying to make the dead ends meet? Do you act upon the signs of denial or try to write your own destiny? Do you…

A love in eternity

The love bloomed between us. Two stars colliding with each other,The mad souls andone pear-shaped heart,A couple of swans making love andexhilarated leaves on single node. A couple of snowflake in frigid winters,Lavender perfume in thin air,A beginning of nascent love,A flicker of candlelight ablaze in starry night.                   The love bloomed between us. -Shreya Sharma Featured…

Turmoil

The world is in turmoil. Butterflies don’t fly any more,Honeybees show reluctance towards mother nectar,Sky is falling apart,Earth is brutalized.Towns are bombed,Villages sit mundane,Kids are beaten,Religion is blamed.The conscience is in question,Mirror is broken by lies,Humanity is withdrawn,Power is abused. -Shreya Sharma Featured image source: Pixabay

The grief that flows

The world says there is a beauty in grief. The beauty that is inevitable, the grief that does not settle. The heartache that passes unto each and every nerve and vein of yours and decides to stay for unsaid period. The gush of wind wrapped up in the memories that flicker around your neck and…

Sister

Sister keeps quietthrough all the hurricanes she passes. Cradling me in her armsHugging me to her bosom. Household chorusRugs. Wraps. Crockery. Her favorite the blue fish painted bone china cup. The swiveling routineHer potato peel hands And the simmering kitchen, her haven. The clouds surprise her The rains petrify her. She loves sunflowers, daisies and…

No filter

There is a thing called loss. When you lose something or someone, you lose a part of yourself. It may be close to you or just minutely important but you face a consequence you never wished to happen. The instance muddles up with your heart and the hope you relished. Hard to say but atleast…

Healing

I had hollow crevices in my organall rustand voidbut these dayssunshine penetrates into my heart gladlyand adorns my existence with sunlight. these daysmy heart is healingI see sunrise absorbing meAnd moonlight consuming me.I see all the silver of moon splatteredin the palm of my handsI run inside in front of the mirrorall to marvel myselfand…

Puppets

I would never want to forget a thingfor the boundless moments,and the memoriesare always etched in my heart forever. It’s always the seconds,days,and months,that makes an absolute differencematter of the time,need of the hour.and we humansthe most eerie of all the creatures,puppets of the circumstance. -Shreya Sharma

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