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sit mundane,Kids are beaten,Religion is blamed.The conscience is in question,Mirror is broken by lies,Humanity is withdrawn,Power is abused.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

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

Weightless

I shed my tears infinite and ceaseless, like a lovelorn soul. Yet I hold myself & walk so far far as a distant memory, which is still stuck to my shapeless heart. I have become an incessant river weightless and yet so full, a heart made of fuchsia flowers. -Shreya

Insect Bite

An insect clings to my right hand and bites there. It creates a sore wound; Sadly reciting the tale of parted hands of tragic lovers, The burnt promises that lie on the tips of my fingers to the veins in my heart. The injury at times, serves as an apothecary. An amalgam of pain and…

Unrequited

You are the solace to me,profound relief held into my systemneural and mental.sheath of mulberry leavesand the satin sheetsand a bubble of illusion I resided in. And I, merely a burden to you. -SHREYA Instagram handle: @sharmashreya020

Looking Back

Dwelling upon the days we used to talk, Now nothing. Shared anything and everything, Now loneliness. The giggles and the heart we laughed out, Lost somewhere. In search of all happiness, The moments we spent together, I find blank space. I wonder, Do you miss me? Do you crave to talk? And then my heart…