Some Nights I listen to Songs

Some nights I listen to songsand cry rivers.Moon glowing white.Glazing silver garden of beautiful scars,sleeping birds and buzzing insects,and the infinite silence.The infinite silence within my mind keeps still. As the day and night collideit’s the iridescent dawn out therethe Sun shows up its glinting rays.And the skyline smilessharply and shyly.The music still plays with… Continue reading Some Nights I listen to Songs

During Nights

There is a certain apricity in the way you speak of labelled trophies and dark fields, the battles you win and the nights you surrender your head to darkness. The muffled silences, the melancholy on the walls, in the air, resting on the windowsill. The dust surely knows how to stay and listen quietly as… Continue reading During Nights

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 griefs 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… Continue reading Nepenthe 

Someday

I think days and nights,  And keep on building castles in air.  Days come, nights disappear  The thoughts remain unchanged,  That you’d appear someday  And tell me “you’re mine”.  -SHREYA