In the phase of despair When I was Broken beyond repair, You happened to be The scintilla of hope In my life. Like the sun rays, Touching dark cave. And white moonlight, Kissing dimness. -SHREYA AdvertisementsRead More Scintilla
I still dig my face in your chest at nights, And lay warm in your embrace the same way I used to. My hands around you, Your breaths touching my hair and neck, Your hands around my waist. Yes, I cosset with you, In my reverie. At times, I feel to touch you, Other […]Read More Don’t you know my love?
Petals Silky and velvet I feel to touch it Yet stop myself Not to play with its pure essence -SHREYA Featured image source: PixabayRead More Petals
Nothing lasts forever, And I don’t believe in temporal things. This world isn’t my place, Moon is my muse, Because I believe in eternity. -SHREYARead More Eternity
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
She stood in her balcony with a coffee mug in one hand sipping it and other one on railing. Her thoughts turbid and heart devoid of any feeling. Despite the chattering of a flock of starlings, she didn’t have any senses to any kind of sound or vision around her. Except her memories with him. […]Read More She thought within herself
Beauty Is not always beauty. Sometimes, it’s pain Beautified in words Called poetry. -SHREYARead More Beauty and Pain
The beauteous dark sky, This stillness, And the passel of thoughts to explore. This is the night, Sadness landing over the head. The strange sounds hovering around, Amalgam of joys and sorrows drown. This is the night, Quilt of stars still awake. Here comes a wind breeze, Pretending to accompany my lonesomeness. Oh night; tell […]Read More The Night.