The grief that flows

The world says there is a beauty in grief. The beauty that is inevitable, the grief that does not settle. The heartache that passes unto each and every nerve and vein of yours and decides to stay for unsaid period. The gush of wind wrapped up in the memories that flicker around your neck and… Continue reading The grief that flows

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

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… Continue reading Unwritten Stories