A love in eternity

The love bloomed between us. Two stars colliding with each other,The mad souls andone pear-shaped heart,A couple of swans making love andexhilarated leaves on single node. A couple of snowflake in frigid winters,Lavender perfume in thin air,A beginning of nascent love,A flicker of candlelight ablaze in starry night.                   The love bloomed between us. -Shreya Sharma Featured…

Healing

I had hollow crevices in my organall rustand voidbut these dayssunshine penetrates into my heart gladlyand adorns my existence with sunlight. these daysmy heart is healingI see sunrise absorbing meAnd moonlight consuming me.I see all the silver of moon splatteredin the palm of my handsI run inside in front of the mirrorall to marvel myselfand…

About being together

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…

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…

Remembrance — 2

If not loveshare me your sorrows Gaze me with your grief stricken eyes Unfold me your mulberry desires and lily dreams Embellish my lap with paper flowers that emanate innocence in chaosHold me with your raisin touch and kiss my scarlet lips Drown me in your malachite eyes and aureolin bloom smile The color of…

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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…

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…

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