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…

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

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 💜

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…

Cry but Accept the Pain

This post is a repost. I would like my words to reach anyone and help who has lost hopes and is in despair. // To all the broken hearts out there, don’t let your tears weaken you. Crying is a healing process, it isn’t the sign of cowardice. Feel the pain and let it out…

Disheveled

I see myself withering  by time like wilted petals  collapsing to despair  concealing loud screams the tint fading Indeed, I am a flower,  disheveled  -SHREYA 

Stillness

and for the first time, this stillness of night feels heavy on my heart. tonight, it seems as if the blackness itself is showcasing me of my misery in my life. -SHREYA

Drowning

The screams inside me  Seek out to reach you  Louder and bitter  I found myself drowning  In this ocean of betrayal  Slowly and destructive  -SHREYA 

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…

Moon and the Secrets

tonight I stared at the moon with the same ardor you used to stare at me I smiled at it it seemed to be a bit gloomy yet looked so mesmerizing and wishpered to me the secrets I promised it to keep it with me forever and ever.. -SHREYA