Puppets

I would never want to forget a thingfor the boundless moments,and the memoriesare always etched in my heart forever. It’s always the seconds,days,and months,that makes an absolute differencematter of the time,need of the hour.and we humansthe most eerie of all the creatures,puppets of the circumstance. -Shreya Sharma

I am a flower

I am a sun kissed flower,warm and fragileflawlessly stitched array of yellow petalsgiving out hopes,slender waist sliding downhundreds of nodes arisingand forming an invigorating curveloved, exulted and appreciatedand blessed to possess all that I have and I am.I might be showered to adorn the holy temples,bloom the triumphant kids,foregathered to form a grandiloquent entranceof a… Continue reading I am a flower

Labyrinth

my mind is a labyrinthcacophony ofsentimentstortureand scepticismit’s an unsolved mysteryI pass hither and thithercolliding with skies and oceansbed of cloudsand bed of seashellsthe mirror reflects fierce facehiding the scars. shiny skin.glittery eyes.swollen lips I may swallow orange peels out of madnessAnd sometimes the left crumbs of my skin out of sadnessI may bleed through my… Continue reading Labyrinth

Let Me Be Myself 

​I am tired of being conscious of everything Let me endure the way I am Towards the direction my waves head me  And progress to the heart that keeps me alive Let me resonate with the frequency of my mind  Listen to the acceptable and fallacious Combat with my own reactions Being artificial has never… Continue reading Let Me Be Myself