I Wish It Rains On My Funeral- Published in Spillwords Press

Thanks to Ms. Dagmara K., EIC of Spillwords Press to accept my poetry and publish in the same. With my frail limbs clipped with the remnants of my rugged skinthe ashes rising from my chestmy heart, a globe of fire.My toes untouched, bare, and lily-likeembellished with dew. With the oceanic hopes wintering on my frigid,… Continue reading I Wish It Rains On My Funeral- Published in Spillwords Press

Wishes

Just above the skylineand beyond the horizon,there rests a wish I make during the twilight hours. Mosaic wish with feathers and moonstone and phantom pain,I blow regularly with my fuchsia lips.Tiny sparkles in airpraying hymns of Godand singing elusive wishes. I carry the weight of my countable desireslike the luminous colors of rainbow.Sprinkling in the… Continue reading Wishes

A Classic Sad Song

My heart is cut in pieces;myriad shreds of leaves scattered in my wilted garden,a thousand shades of my love flow like a frigid waterfall, my lover being a serrated edge of knife. My bones are cracked now,the curve of my lips frozen.Of love, of lustthey must speak.My past lovers resemble my doleful shadows-they do not… Continue reading A Classic Sad Song

The Buds will Bloom Again

The loneliness flickers,your heart goes numblike lone branches and fallen nodes.And your mind crisscross thousand thoughts,Thoughts of survival and death and loud cries in shades of black and white. A hope blooms out of sheer voidA void of hope once went delusional.Look at the mirror,It knows how to sit still unless intimidated,just like your heart.Your… Continue reading The Buds will Bloom Again

During Nights

There is a certain apricity in the way you speak of labelled trophies and dark fields, the battles you win and the nights you surrender your head to darkness. The muffled silences, the melancholy on the walls, in the air, resting on the windowsill. The dust surely knows how to stay and listen quietly as… Continue reading During Nights

Patriarchy

Father said “No”while mother stood bluntThe sights were miserable everytime these walls could hear “No”The patriarchy ruled like kingsand the words pierced like their giant swords in wars “You are a good girl”“You do not study medicine”“You keep quiet”“Girls don’t laugh hard”“Honey”, ” Doll”, “Barbie” “You don’t put make up, make up spoil girls”“You are… Continue reading Patriarchy

Submit to The Kali Project

I am editing another Anthology in collaboration with CrossTree Press called The Kali Project. If you are an Indian woman Poet/Artist (or you know of one who may be interested, either in India or internationally) please consider submitting work to The Kali Project. This anthology is a collection of poetry, prosetry, and artwork from women… Continue reading Submit to The Kali Project

Galaxies – Shreya Sharma

Published on Free Verse Revolution Blog for their July theme “Galaxies” You can read more by clicking below. They dwell amidst myriad of celestial bodies; the stars and the planets, undeniable parts of this endless universe. The stars reunite and form coruscant galaxies, galaxies that constantly invigorate bundles of hopes on earth. one fall of… Continue reading Galaxies – Shreya Sharma