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 

She is the One: Epitome of Perfection

She isn’t a normal human being or an usual soul felt who relies on subjective books or mathematical formulas. She is a special human being, an extraordinary soul who occupies herself with the worldly wisdom of stars and moon, and honesty and integrity. She isn’t the one who drapes herself with fancy dresses or adorns…

Something Stupid

Another morning, another sunshine. I wake up thinking of the day, But here I feel preternatural, Recognized as feverish sign. I hide myself in the pillow, Digging my face and try sleep. I look for the phone kept aside, Immediately calling for him, Who heals me everytime. As I unlock my phone, My mind madly…

A Beautiful Wildflower

She isn’t the one who grows among Flowers and crowns. She rises in wildflowers And thorns, Embracing her own cicatrices, And surviving battles with insurmountable grace. -SHREYA

Her story

Spread smiles and happiness 😊😇 Love Shreya ❤️

She Was A Villain.

She banged her sharp nails into his gallant back. Making love and their heartbeats cascading Faster and faster. Villainous she was, As the time passed, She dug a sharp edge in his heart too. -Shreya