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
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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… Continue reading Unwritten Stories
Vintage beauty
she is the vintage beautyso appealing and enchantingand clearas the hands of clock striketick.tick.tick.her eyes disseminates stardustas the galaxies endowing the blue skies aboveand the flowers bestowing the lands belowyellow. red. green.fragrant and pleasingshe sounds like a songbirdhumming rhymes and poetryfollowed by the charms of her loverand the instancesall that form lumps in her throatand… Continue reading Vintage beauty
Crimson Flowers
yesterday morningas I strolled through the wayI came across the crimson flowersthat turned my heart joyous and gaythe sparkling lush green meadowsand the efflorescence of mother natureglazing as jewel in the crownmy heart delightful like the shining sunand my soul gladdenedas flocculating white clouds a butterfly sits on a flowersipping its honey nectarlocked up in… Continue reading Crimson Flowers
Night
Dwelling in the dead silence of night, my mind hovered to the endless vastness of sky; calm and still. Stars- white and milky bright, twinkling with the ardor seem to be whispering secrets with each other. Right above there, I see a coruscant galaxy forming different shapes, conical and elliptical. Fragile petals, flowers blossoming all… Continue reading Night
Floriferous
And maybe his heart is magically floriferous That blossoms flowers of bliss in my soul -SHREYA