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

Shades of Despair

Engulfed in the linen sheets of miseryParched heart and doleful thoughtsMy heart survives million shades of despair.Layers of melancholy embedded in my chestlike the roots of trunk in soil.The lone grief spirals in my nightmares,as lone as a windowsill. I yearn for the luminosity in my Kohl eyesA wind, long gone and long-lost.The mornings sing…

Disheveled

I see myself withering  by time like wilted petals  collapsing to despair  concealing loud screams the tint fading Indeed, I am a flower,  disheveled  -SHREYA 

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…