How?

How do you cope up with a situation that leaves you no room to ponder and act? Do you accept it or leave it to God? Do you keep on hustling trying to make the dead ends meet? Do you act upon the signs of denial or try to write your own destiny? Do you…

A love in eternity

The love bloomed between us. Two stars colliding with each other,The mad souls andone pear-shaped heart,A couple of swans making love andexhilarated leaves on single node. A couple of snowflake in frigid winters,Lavender perfume in thin air,A beginning of nascent love,A flicker of candlelight ablaze in starry night.                   The love bloomed between us. -Shreya Sharma Featured…

Turmoil

The world is in turmoil. Butterflies don’t fly any more,Honeybees show reluctance towards mother nectar,Sky is falling apart,Earth is brutalized.Towns are bombed,Villages sit mundane,Kids are beaten,Religion is blamed.The conscience is in question,Mirror is broken by lies,Humanity is withdrawn,Power is abused. -Shreya Sharma Featured image source: Pixabay

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…

Sister

Sister keeps quietthrough all the hurricanes she passes. Cradling me in her armsHugging me to her bosom. Household chorusRugs. Wraps. Crockery. Her favorite the blue fish painted bone china cup. The swiveling routineHer potato peel hands And the simmering kitchen, her haven. The clouds surprise her The rains petrify her. She loves sunflowers, daisies and…

Layers of Longing

My beating heart is a druma thunderous rhythmreciting an epistle of my grief.A concoction of     togetherness & separation. There are layers of longing;   of being seen   and seeing   of a single touch   and being touched   of love   and being loved. I swallow nights in counting kisses-and envelope the remnants,sitting as wildflowers on my waist. A site…

Repetition

Originally published in Visual Verse A heartbeat survives on country side.Blue, white, yellow,remnants of coruscant horizon.This body is a cascade,a disseminating pool of drenching sweat and madnessof farmers, of countrymen.Sunlight glows in abundanceForms a sheath of radiance over the vast fields.It takes a thought to dream,a single touch to subdue,and to fall in lover’s arms.I…

Tribute

This world is nothing but a short lived memory. We work, we eat, we sleep, we try, we lose and we fight. Despite of all the hassle and striving to be the best in our own lives, the only thing matters is what impact do we make in other people lives, and what impression do…

A living ache

My sister leaves my placewith a whiff of subtle memories.Her spatial countenance, like face of a new bud,blooming petals and uncut diamonds.My savior in dark alleys and haunted houses,Lone deserts and amazon forests.Sister, save me todayfor you share my blood.I can’t move. My heart denies to beat. My limbs refuse to shift.This body is now…

Poetry folds me in her arms

Poetry folds me in her arms. I diffuse in the lap of her wordsand wake from slumber with lavender smile cheekbones, and embellished fingertips, cottage skies of infinite letters and blank spaces. Some parts of me are alphabets, and some vowels. I wear letters like expensive jewelsand spill milk white secrets, With few colons dispersed…