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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… Continue reading Untitled

Poetry folds me in her arms

Poetry folds me in her arms. I diffuse in the lap of her wordsand wake from slumber with lavender smile cheekbones, and embellished fingertips, cottage skies of infinite letters and blank spaces. Some parts of me are alphabets, and some vowels. I wear letters like expensive jewelsand spill milk white secrets, With few colons dispersed… Continue reading Poetry folds me in her arms

Crimson Skins by Devika Mathur- Book Review

Crimson Skins is an astounding and aesthetically beautiful poetry collection written by Devika Mathur. I have known her through primarily WordPress, myvaliantsoul and Instagram where she shares her poetry and prose. Published in many journals and literary magazines, Devika surprises us again with Crimson Skins which entirely emanates her writing styles- surreal, raw, powerful and… Continue reading Crimson Skins by Devika Mathur- Book Review

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

Tonight

tonightI would not write about stars,sun, moon or solar space,or the waves on the shore that kisses my feet,not even the sunshine that sprinkles yellow on my face,for they call itfloweryexaggerationand a pointless emissions of words. tonightI would not write about the faded mornings,sleepless nights,empty lumps formed in throat,the shivers of depression,or the sighs of… Continue reading Tonight

I Wish It Rains On My Funeral- Published in Spillwords Press

Thanks to Ms. Dagmara K., EIC of Spillwords Press to accept my poetry and publish in the same. With my frail limbs clipped with the remnants of my rugged skinthe ashes rising from my chestmy heart, a globe of fire.My toes untouched, bare, and lily-likeembellished with dew. With the oceanic hopes wintering on my frigid,… Continue reading I Wish It Rains On My Funeral- Published in Spillwords Press

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

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

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