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… Continue reading The grief that flows

Grief- Published in Spillwords Press

Thanks to Ms. Dagmara K., EIC of Spillwords Press to accept my poetry and publish in the same. Grief is waterlikeA lachrymose vessel that drips,a waterfall. It gradually slips off your skin,ascends in the form of a single wave of thoughtand flows unto your chest. Continue to read Grief by Shreya Sharma Love, Shreya ūüíú

Tears

Let these tears flow today, My lady As these aren’t the signs of frailty Tears, these salts determine You have to let it go.. Let go.. Completely and thoroughly Those who tortured your soul Let the liquid fall out of your eyes And the memories from your heart Have enough faith in the universe These… Continue reading Tears

The Last Poetry I ever Write for You

The very last poetry I ever write For you. Would speak of the rainbows we chased together And the rains we washed our sorrows The nights We shed tears together And the morning We lay awake sun gazing And the nights moon gazing And again the mornings Efflorescing love Would speak of the evenings We… Continue reading The Last Poetry I ever Write for You