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?
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
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 in the form of tears. You may cry for hours or days, but then a day will come, you will finally wake up and […]Read More Cry but Accept the Pain
Eccedentesiast (n) : Someone who hides pain behind a smile. Her smile Like morning sunshine And blush rose Showers rain of happiness And hope of revival Yet her eyes speak The pain and suffering That she has been Wordlessly engraving in it Since ages. -SHREYARead More Eccedentesiast
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The pain is real And severe Making me feel I am alive In this desolation Eyes are sleepless Struggling for sleep Tears shedding Venting sadness Underneath Thoughts infinite The bitterness Circumscribes Mind And heart -SHREYARead More Sleepless
It’s a tough phase and I know I’ll move on. Sometimes, life presents you such situation it becomes difficult to tackle. Nowadays, I am in such phase. I am broken. I’m hurt. I can’t smile on days. I can’t sleep in nights. I can’t narrate my emotions to someone and thus, writing is the only […]Read More I’ll move on
Hello people! How are you? Hope you all are doing well. Well, my title must have acquainted you with my post something related to Panic attacks! Weird? No? Well, I also wrote about nightmares once, in case you haven’t read, following is the link. Why do Nightmares Annoy Me? God knows, why do these things […]Read More Have you ever got Panic Attack?
And there are times Eyes see what it wants to happen Heart succeeds in tricking mind We become the enemy to ourselves And end up in setting artifice for Our own destruction -SHREYARead More Artifice
She isn’t the one who grows among Flowers and crowns. She rises in wildflowers And thorns, Embracing her own cicatrices, And surviving battles with insurmountable grace. -SHREYARead More A Beautiful Wildflower