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

Unwritten Stories

there is a lot to be writtenbut my stories fall short of wordshappiness. sadness.success. failures.all of it.the nerves in my skinbleed the poetry and rhymes insideswallowing up all the love dugbeneath the abyss.abyss of my neuron world.these daysthe gentle breeze afloats touching my skinand carries along the myriad wishesemanating inside my heart.the wishes. praying for…

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…

Illecebrous essence

Being entrapped in your illecebrous essence Such manner, No matter how hard, I try to escape, I end up writing about you. Perhaps, you live in my words. -SHREYA