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

The Road to an Abstract World

Interminable roads take me somewhere. Diverging me towards a path; Unsearched, unknown. A point where the destiny fails, the world ends, to an elusive firmament. I move and move along the flow. Seeking an urge to uncover mysteries; Unexplored, unknown. I step up high, A place where the angels appear, the satan die, in the…

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…

The Last Poetry I ever Write for You

The very last poetry I ever write For you. Would speak of the rainbows we chased together And the rains we washed our sorrows The nights We shed tears together And the morning We lay awake sun gazing And the nights moon gazing And again the mornings Efflorescing love Would speak of the evenings We…

Ambiguity

Sometimes,  Life forces you into ambiguity  When you can’t escape yourself  From your own rancorous reality  Neither you can admit it nor deny it  -SHREYA