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
An insect clings to my right hand and bites there. It creates a sore wound; Sadly reciting the tale of parted hands of tragic lovers, The burnt promises that lie on the tips of my fingers to the veins in my heart. The injury at times, serves as an apothecary. An amalgam of pain and… Continue reading Insect Bite
his presence bloomsa garden of flowersin my heartroses. sunflowers. daisy.green meadows.he is a sweet. heart.in my world ofnothingness -SHREYA
Her Love for Books
they told she dwelled in book stories and fairy tales and that she was too naive to understand the verity of the world and she loved too hard to be consumed nobody knew nobody understood the books made her happy hopeful optimistic rejuvenated her in sad times bloomed more in happy times induced the pearls… Continue reading Her Love for Books
Don’t you know my love?
I still dig my face in your chest at nights, And lay warm in your embrace the same way I used to. My hands around you, Your breaths touching my hair and neck, Your hands around my waist. Yes, I cosset with you, In my reverie. At times, I feel to touch you, Other times… Continue reading Don’t you know my love?