The grief that flows

The world says there is a beauty in grief. The beauty that is inevitable, the grief that does not settle. The heartache that passes unto each and every nerve and vein of yours and decides to stay for unsaid period. The gush of wind wrapped up in the memories that flicker around your neck and…

Nepenthe

Nepenthe (n) : Something that makes you forget grief or suffering. A flock of starlings chirped words of sweetness And my heart was astir in seconds The grief and sorrows carved in pieces of my heart dissolved in nothing How congenial are these beautiful winged-creatures That heals my soul as nepenthe And same the stars…

Grief- Published in Spillwords Press

Thanks to Ms. Dagmara K., EIC of Spillwords Press to accept my poetry and publish in the same. Grief is waterlikeA lachrymose vessel that drips,a waterfall. It gradually slips off your skin,ascends in the form of a single wave of thoughtand flows unto your chest. Continue to read Grief by Shreya Sharma Love, Shreya 💜