His words of hatred Stroke me so bad, My bones feel heavy Carrying the weight Of animosity, He held for me. And now my heart Is completely vacuous And devoid of sentiments. -SHREYA Follow me on Instagram: @sharmashreya020 AdvertisementsRead More Vacuous
The screams inside me Seek out to reach you Louder and bitter I found myself drowning In this ocean of betrayal Slowly and destructive -SHREYARead More Drowning
Being entrapped in your illecebrous essence Such manner, No matter how hard, I try to escape, I end up writing about you. Perhaps, you live in my words. -SHREYARead More Illecebrous essence
And there are times When being mess is a whole new fun. And all what you need is Hair ruffled Clothes rugged Attitude untamed. When all you need is open air To reach alfresco To swirl and whirl Eyes carrying galaxy Of thoughts and emotions. A wild heart Throbbing heartbeats Full of chaos. What else […]Read More What else?
The endless classics she read, The amaranthine love she felt in between the lines of her books, The love she always searched for in her life, Never to be seen anywhere. And then he appeared to her like a wandering cloud, Illecebrous and magnetic, Offered her the downpour of love, Guiding her to the light […]Read More Wandering Cloud
In the phase of despair When I was Broken beyond repair, You happened to be The scintilla of hope In my life. Like the sun rays, Touching dark cave. And white moonlight, Kissing dimness. -SHREYARead More Scintilla
I still dig my face in your chest at nights, And lay warm in your embrace the same way I used to. My hands around you, Your breaths touching my hair and neck, Your hands around my waist. Yes, I cosset with you, In my reverie. At times, I feel to touch you, Other […]Read More Don’t you know my love?
Nothing lasts forever, And I don’t believe in temporal things. This world isn’t my place, Moon is my muse, Because I believe in eternity. -SHREYARead More Eternity
I see myself withering by time like wilted petals collapsing to despair concealing loud screams the tint fading Indeed, I am a flower, disheveled -SHREYARead More Disheveled
The beauteous dark sky, This stillness, And the passel of thoughts to explore. This is the night, Sadness landing over the head. The strange sounds hovering around, Amalgam of joys and sorrows drown. This is the night, Quilt of stars still awake. Here comes a wind breeze, Pretending to accompany my lonesomeness. Oh night; tell […]Read More The Night.