The Sun, Moon and Life

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The sun glows with flashy spirals
onto my dewy face and embraced neck
A countenance in question.
Of withering roots in charred dark,
and glazing sunflowers in scintillating light.

The darkness may startle one
while it lights up the fluttering fireflies in twilight.
The cold air must freeze itself to form the frigid snow.

This humongous sun is a silent admirer
to your smiles and laughs-
The mirror reflects of self hurt and self love
cradling in between your half baked, half eaten ideas.

You acknowledge the Sun,
Rays canoodle your silken belly in golden hues.
You await the Moon and
Porous silver liquid adorns your supple arms in quietness. Solitude.
You are the supreme to your existence.

The world is a milk-white canvas
the day you enter the world.
And as life progresses,
There is this welcoming rainbow,
There is that departed silhoutte,
seeking the alive and dead that grows in you.

-Shreya Sharma

By Shreya Sharma

I read poems. Sometimes I write poems. And when I am doing nothing, I am sipping coffee.


  1. I couldn’t help but imagine the scenes you described so beautifully. It’s like nature’s healing touch reverberates throughout the poem, not just in meaning but form as well.

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    1. I have been always an animist, living each and every element of nature to its core. Sometimes I can’t help inducing the love for nature in my poems- that’s where and when my truest sense flows in what I write. Thank you so much for the deep interest and appreciation! πŸ’œπŸŒΌ

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