Love for words

If I could make love with words, I would perhaps blush all night and count the moments on my fingertips, letter by letter and word by word fading myself as a wax of a lit candle in a blue night,Befounded, consumed, at peace… -Shreya Sharma

a letter from the sea, to the sea

a letter from the sea, to the sea the elements it carries: a bunch of skeleton seashells, the sudden surge of blue waves waves carrying my scarlet wishes, undone yearning to reach the sunkissed island the mellifluous harmonies on the way waves that wipe my feet and denies to leave like a passionate lover waves… Continue reading a letter from the sea, to the sea

Tonight

tonightI would not write about stars,sun, moon or solar space,or the waves on the shore that kisses my feet,not even the sunshine that sprinkles yellow on my face,for they call itfloweryexaggerationand a pointless emissions of words. tonightI would not write about the faded mornings,sleepless nights,empty lumps formed in throat,the shivers of depression,or the sighs of… Continue reading Tonight

Shades of Despair

Engulfed in the linen sheets of miseryParched heart and doleful thoughtsMy heart survives million shades of despair.Layers of melancholy embedded in my chestlike the roots of trunk in soil.The lone grief spirals in my nightmares,as lone as a windowsill. I yearn for the luminosity in my Kohl eyesA wind, long gone and long-lost.The mornings sing… Continue reading Shades of Despair

I Wish It Rains On My Funeral- Published in Spillwords Press

Thanks to Ms. Dagmara K., EIC of Spillwords Press to accept my poetry and publish in the same. With my frail limbs clipped with the remnants of my rugged skinthe ashes rising from my chestmy heart, a globe of fire.My toes untouched, bare, and lily-likeembellished with dew. With the oceanic hopes wintering on my frigid,… Continue reading I Wish It Rains On My Funeral- Published in Spillwords Press

Wishes

Just above the skylineand beyond the horizon,there rests a wish I make during the twilight hours. Mosaic wish with feathers and moonstone and phantom pain,I blow regularly with my fuchsia lips.Tiny sparkles in airpraying hymns of Godand singing elusive wishes. I carry the weight of my countable desireslike the luminous colors of rainbow.Sprinkling in the… Continue reading Wishes

A Classic Sad Song

My heart is cut in pieces;myriad shreds of leaves scattered in my wilted garden,a thousand shades of my love flow like a frigid waterfall, my lover being a serrated edge of knife. My bones are cracked now,the curve of my lips frozen.Of love, of lustthey must speak.My past lovers resemble my doleful shadows-they do not… Continue reading A Classic Sad Song

Some Nights I listen to Songs

Some nights I listen to songsand cry rivers.Moon glowing white.Glazing silver garden of beautiful scars,sleeping birds and buzzing insects,and the infinite silence.The infinite silence within my mind keeps still. As the day and night collideit’s the iridescent dawn out therethe Sun shows up its glinting rays.And the skyline smilessharply and shyly.The music still plays with… Continue reading Some Nights I listen to Songs

The Buds will Bloom Again

The loneliness flickers,your heart goes numblike lone branches and fallen nodes.And your mind crisscross thousand thoughts,Thoughts of survival and death and loud cries in shades of black and white. A hope blooms out of sheer voidA void of hope once went delusional.Look at the mirror,It knows how to sit still unless intimidated,just like your heart.Your… Continue reading The Buds will Bloom Again

During Nights

There is a certain apricity in the way you speak of labelled trophies and dark fields, the battles you win and the nights you surrender your head to darkness. The muffled silences, the melancholy on the walls, in the air, resting on the windowsill. The dust surely knows how to stay and listen quietly as… Continue reading During Nights