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

Sanity

the stars have fallen tonightand resting on my fingertipsswaying in the palm of my handsslipping towardsmy wristand stuck to my sharp elbow.my heart is mesmerizedcounting the starsforming a canopy over my armevenly spread like water bubbles.I am effusive seeking happinessin stars and whole constellationpenetrating the holes of my skinemanating radiance and lightening my mind, mind… Continue reading Sanity

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