You and I

I safekeep your effervescent laughs in my heart the laughs that scatter rain in deserts, and bring mirth in blank space. You resemble a dateless blooming flower- Calla lilies, the petals diffuse in the blood of your heart. There is a sheet of optimism in your glazing eyes, and I breathe on these hopes residing… Continue reading You and I

Undone

Your kiss was so real in my dream it felt raw and nicotine a bit of honey and a bit of smoke altogether as a perfect blend of milk and caffeine yet it remained unfinished you know like half sunset view half-moon night undone. and maybe uneaten pizza slices or refused macaroons. -SHREYA

Remembrance

Darling you seem so distant like comets and meteors in the dark skyAnd yet so close to my heart like moon and the tides Falling over your arms, infinite. You my lover my sweetheart Your gaze is missed – highly embossed my gemstone face unto my neck with your slow kisses. Kisses in the morningsKisses… Continue reading Remembrance

Untitled

They call my love as a stubborn scar,A wardrobe of photographs and roses.A milky spot on the silver of moon,An orb of sharp paper cuts and frozen dew. They call my love as a stubborn scar;A summer of longing,An autumn of swimming in the ocean,And staying afloat and shedding skin like airA winter of anticipation… Continue reading Untitled

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

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

A Classic Sad Song

My heart is cut in pieces;myriad shreds of leaves scattered in my wilted garden,a thousand shades of my love flow like a frigid waterfall, my lover being a serrated edge of knife. My bones are cracked now,the curve of my lips frozen.Of love, of lustthey must speak.My past lovers resemble my doleful shadows-they do not… Continue reading A Classic Sad Song