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

The Sun, Moon and Life

The sun glows with flashy spiralsonto my dewy face and embraced neckA countenance in question. Of withering roots in charred dark, and glazing sunflowers in scintillating light. The darkness may startle one while it lights up the fluttering fireflies in twilight. The cold air must freeze itself to form the frigid snow. This humongous sun…

An epiphany

The loneliness eats me in turns during the vividness of dawn, And the midnight blackness comforts me in its warm blanket of soft bruises. You my heart- I tell you is a  wild wild thing, of blue rains and tornadoes, butterflies and hurricanes, & I am a sweet, soft caterpillar growing her wings. Beneath the…

Involved in thoughts

Involved in my own thoughts,My mind shifted to the window by side.There sat a bird on the branch of a tree,A tree, its leaves still.My mind wandersto the stillness of tree,Calmness of the aura,And the bird in peace. And abruptly a zephyr comes,And I observe a movement in leaf.A leaf so calm and soothing,Its green…

She thought within herself

She stood in her balcony with a coffee mug in one hand sipping it and other one on railing. Her thoughts turbid and heart devoid of any feeling. Despite the chattering of a flock of starlings, she didn’t have any senses to any kind of sound or vision around her. Except her memories with him.…

The Night.

The beauteous dark sky, This stillness, And the passel of thoughts to explore. This is the night, Sadness landing over the head. The strange sounds hovering around, Amalgam of joys and sorrows drown. This is the night, Quilt of stars still awake. Here comes a wind breeze, Pretending to accompany my lonesomeness. Oh night; tell…

Sleepless

The pain is real And severe Making me feel I am alive In this desolation Eyes are sleepless Struggling for sleep Tears shedding Venting sadness Underneath Thoughts infinite The bitterness Circumscribes Mind And heart -SHREYA

Ambiguity

Sometimes,  Life forces you into ambiguity  When you can’t escape yourself  From your own rancorous reality  Neither you can admit it nor deny it  -SHREYA 

Her Artifice

Her eyes are demonic wrapped with angelic looks,  And her thoughts malevolent falsified by benign smile.  -SHREYA 

I wish I were a Mermaid

This is something which I left half written ages back. And then I finally came across it today and decided to complete this kiddo type of poem. Oh it’s love. Ain’t it? Fantasies! Sometimes it feels nice to come out of the real world and start some daydreaming! 🐟🐋😍 I wish I were a mermaid…