3 am.

all the dayI gather my broken pieceswith my handssettle them downwash them offand striveI shine like sun. all the nightI break myselfinto dejected pieces again3 am. is a fightit ruins allI talk to my ghost. -SHREYA

I am a flower

I am a sun kissed flower,warm and fragileflawlessly stitched array of yellow petalsgiving out hopes,slender waist sliding downhundreds of nodes arisingand forming an invigorating curveloved, exulted and appreciatedand blessed to possess all that I have and I am.I might be showered to adorn the holy temples,bloom the triumphant kids,foregathered to form a grandiloquent entranceof a…

Sanity

the stars have fallen tonightand resting on my fingertipsswaying in the palm of my handsslipping towardsmy wristand stuck to my sharp elbow.my heart is mesmerizedcounting the starsforming a canopy over my armevenly spread like water bubbles.I am effusive seeking happinessin stars and whole constellationpenetrating the holes of my skinemanating radiance and lightening my mind, mind…

Unwritten Stories

there is a lot to be writtenbut my stories fall short of wordshappiness. sadness.success. failures.all of it.the nerves in my skinbleed the poetry and rhymes insideswallowing up all the love dugbeneath the abyss.abyss of my neuron world.these daysthe gentle breeze afloats touching my skinand carries along the myriad wishesemanating inside my heart.the wishes. praying for…

Artifice

And there are times  Eyes see what it wants to happen  Heart succeeds in tricking mind  We become the enemy to ourselves  And end up in setting artifice for  Our own destruction  -SHREYA