”You are a Psycho. Stay away from people. “, he said. Little did he know, how deeply it could affect her. How gradually and then fast, the statement could spread in her heart and soul like venom. Badly. Words are powerful. They have the power to make or break things. And when it comes to […]Read More “You are a Psycho”
She isn’t the one who grows among Flowers and crowns. She rises in wildflowers And thorns, Embracing her own cicatrices, And surviving battles with insurmountable grace. -SHREYARead More A Beautiful Wildflower
Roses Hiding secrets Reflections of love Endowed with luscious petals And the perfected oenomel scent Heart sinks as the thorns prick -SHREYARead More Roses
Don’t call me stone-hearted, Even the most beautiful rose has thorns.Read More Ain’t it?
Words bleed more than thorns. Thorns prick the skin, Words bleed the heart. A pierced thorn can be detached. Words, once spoken gets carved into the core. -ShreyaRead More Words And Thorns