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

The Road to an Abstract World

Interminable roads take me somewhere. Diverging me towards a path; Unsearched, unknown. A point where the destiny fails, the world ends, to an elusive firmament. I move and move along the flow. Seeking an urge to uncover mysteries; Unexplored, unknown. I step up high, A place where the angels appear, the satan die, in the…

Unwritten Stories

there is a lot to be writtenbut my stories fall short of wordshappiness. sadness.success. failures.all of it.the nerves in my skinbleed the poetry and rhymes insideswallowing up all the love dugbeneath the abyss.abyss of my neuron world.these daysthe gentle breeze afloats touching my skinand carries along the myriad wishesemanating inside my heart.the wishes. praying for…

Vintage beauty

she is the vintage beautyso appealing and enchantingand clearas the hands of clock striketick.tick.tick.her eyes disseminates stardustas the galaxies endowing the blue skies aboveand the flowers bestowing the lands belowyellow. red. green.fragrant and pleasingshe sounds like a songbirdhumming rhymes and poetryfollowed by the charms of her loverand the instancesall that form lumps in her throatand…

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 

Labyrinth

my mind is a labyrinthcacophony ofsentimentstortureand scepticismit’s an unsolved mysteryI pass hither and thithercolliding with skies and oceansbed of cloudsand bed of seashellsthe mirror reflects fierce facehiding the scars. shiny skin.glittery eyes.swollen lips I may swallow orange peels out of madnessAnd sometimes the left crumbs of my skin out of sadnessI may bleed through my…

She is the One: Epitome of Perfection

She isn’t a normal human being or an usual soul felt who relies on subjective books or mathematical formulas. She is a special human being, an extraordinary soul who occupies herself with the worldly wisdom of stars and moon, and honesty and integrity. She isn’t the one who drapes herself with fancy dresses or adorns…

The Stupid Somebody by Rohit Dawesar (Book Review)

Title: The Stupid Somebody Author: Rohit Dawesar Publisher: Rohit Dawesar Publication date: December 3, 2017 The Stupid Somebody is a heart touching and thought provoking novel written by author, Rohit Dawesar who did justice with the debut. The book gives a deep and practical insights to love life and career and the hardships that comes…