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

Undone

Your kiss was so real in my dream it felt raw and nicotine a bit of honey and a bit of smoke altogether as a perfect blend of milk and caffeine yet it remained unfinished you know like half sunset view half-moon night undone. and maybe uneaten pizza slices or refused macaroons. -SHREYA

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…

Weightless

I shed my tears infinite and ceaseless, like a lovelorn soul. Yet I hold myself & walk so far far as a distant memory, which is still stuck to my shapeless heart. I have become an incessant river weightless and yet so full, a heart made of fuchsia flowers. -Shreya

Backyard

there is a bird in my backyardgreen glitter eyesAnd blue white tender feathersI wake up to her sweet. mild. twittersmaking me to gasp from a distancefrom the nooks of mahogany windowsthe shine of dazzling sun fallingyellow at a timeorange at anotherit’s a calm sightthat complements my serene expressionat the momentwhich you get to seeone in…

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…

Quietness

You see my vintage phone sitting on the desk, dust settling it doesn’t ring anymore, still as 12 am. clock strikes silence over head. And the curtains on the walls immovable, the threads are lifeless now yet reflects the shadows of bygones. The quietude takes me to an abandoned land of dead flowers, rotten. You…

Home

my homean abode of peace, ataraxia atopthere gleams a hope in the times of despairand the celebration unfurls in the times of happinessit has been a safe havenall my twenties, I wonderthe walls still reflect ocean secrets anewthe corners continue to weave relationshipsthe windows, such lovely voids I can always count onthe silk curtain adorns…

Sanity

the stars have fallen tonightand resting on my fingertipsswaying in the palm of my handsslipping towardsmy wristand stuck to my sharp elbow.my heart is mesmerizedcounting the starsforming a canopy over my armevenly spread like water bubbles.I am effusive seeking happinessin stars and whole constellationpenetrating the holes of my skinemanating radiance and lightening my mind, mind…