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…

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

3 am.

all the dayI gather my broken pieceswith my handssettle them downwash them offand striveI shine like sun. all the nightI break myselfinto dejected pieces again3 am. is a fightit ruins allI talk to my ghost. -SHREYA

Nepenthe

Nepenthe (n) : Something that makes you forget grief or suffering. A flock of starlings chirped words of sweetness And my heart was astir in seconds The grief and sorrows carved in pieces of my heart dissolved in nothing How congenial are these beautiful winged-creatures That heals my soul as nepenthe And same the stars…

After Life

A drizzle from the clouds awakens a sunny weather, a beautiful aftermath of different shades of sky. A minute seed blooms into a floriferous bliss, turning my garden into a land of angels and flies. A caterpillar undergoes a process of metamorphosisto come out as a butterfly. What do you name it as, A complete…

Basil leaf

I swallow basil leaves out of exasperation, maa says it’s holy and sacred. I spill ganges water, pearl white on myself, my skin turns utterly dewy, lavender and rose fragrance altogether. My heart is a closed box of charcoal and honey, maa says it removes impurities and vexation. But I tell you it doesn’t eliminate…

I am a flower

I am a sun kissed flower,warm and fragileflawlessly stitched array of yellow petalsgiving out hopes,slender waist sliding downhundreds of nodes arisingand forming an invigorating curveloved, exulted and appreciatedand blessed to possess all that I have and I am.I might be showered to adorn the holy temples,bloom the triumphant kids,foregathered to form a grandiloquent entranceof a…

Crossing

A worm crawls over the centre of my heart and denies to cease. It moves twirling and unerring. My heart is subtle today, inert in its own hedonistic ways. I can’t breathe today. I can’t move today yet I am immortal. My soul is timeless for ages. My soul is crossing the endless existence of…