A Beautiful Wildflower

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. -SHREYA

Roses

Roses Hiding secrets  Reflections of love  Endowed with luscious petals  And the perfected oenomel scent  Heart sinks as the thorns prick  -SHREYA 

Ain’t it?

Don’t call me stone-hearted,  Even the most beautiful rose has thorns. 

Words And Thorns

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. -Shreya