Crossing

A worm crawls over the centre of my heart and denies to cease. It moves twirling and unerring. My heart is subtle today, inert in its own hedonistic ways. I can’t breathe today. I can’t move today yet I am immortal. My soul is timeless for ages. My soul is crossing the endless existence of… Continue reading Crossing

Backyard

there is a bird in my backyardgreen glitter eyesAnd blue white tender feathersI wake up to her sweet. mild. twittersmaking me to gasp from a distancefrom the nooks of mahogany windowsthe shine of dazzling sun fallingyellow at a timeorange at anotherit’s a calm sightthat complements my serene expressionat the momentwhich you get to seeone in… Continue reading Backyard

The Sun, Moon and Life

The sun glows with flashy spiralsonto my dewy face and embraced neckA countenance in question. Of withering roots in charred dark, and glazing sunflowers in scintillating light. The darkness may startle one while it lights up the fluttering fireflies in twilight. The cold air must freeze itself to form the frigid snow. This humongous sun… Continue reading The Sun, Moon and Life

Love for words

If I could make love with words, I would perhaps blush all night and count the moments on my fingertips, letter by letter and word by word fading myself as a wax of a lit candle in a blue night,Befounded, consumed, at peace… -Shreya Sharma

Wishes

Just above the skylineand beyond the horizon,there rests a wish I make during the twilight hours. Mosaic wish with feathers and moonstone and phantom pain,I blow regularly with my fuchsia lips.Tiny sparkles in airpraying hymns of Godand singing elusive wishes. I carry the weight of my countable desireslike the luminous colors of rainbow.Sprinkling in the… Continue reading Wishes

After Life – Shreya Sharma published in Free Verse Revolution

A drizzle from the clouds lights up a sunny weather, a beautiful aftermath of different shades of sky. A minute seed blooms into a floriferous bliss, turning my garden into a land of angels and flies.   A caterpillar undergoes a process of metamorphosis to come out as a butterfly. What do you name it… Continue reading After Life – Shreya Sharma published in Free Verse Revolution

Quietness

You see my vintage phone sitting on the desk, dust settling it doesn’t ring anymore, still as 12 am. clock strikes silence over head. And the curtains on the walls immovable, the threads are lifeless now yet reflects the shadows of bygones. The quietude takes me to an abandoned land of dead flowers, rotten. You… Continue reading Quietness

The Texture of Remorse- Published in Indian Periodical

Originally published in Indian Periodical The Texture of Remorse by Shreya Sharma The texture of remorse isn’t a broken rock or a wrathful cloudburst. It resembles chapped cherry lips, which reflect a series of blatant kisses from an abandoned lover. And the guilt of sin, that still hangs on your cherished silky skin, morning and… Continue reading The Texture of Remorse- Published in Indian Periodical

Basil leaf

I swallow basil leaves out of exasperation, maa says it’s holy and sacred. I spill ganges water, pearl white on myself, my skin turns utterly dewy, lavender and rose fragrance altogether. My heart is a closed box of charcoal and honey, maa says it removes impurities and vexation. But I tell you it doesn’t eliminate… Continue reading Basil leaf