Love for words

If I could make love with words, I would perhaps blush all night and count the moments on my fingertips, letter by letter and word by word fading myself as a wax of a lit candle in a blue night,Befounded, consumed, at peace… -Shreya Sharma

Tonight

tonightI would not write about stars,sun, moon or solar space,or the waves on the shore that kisses my feet,not even the sunshine that sprinkles yellow on my face,for they call itfloweryexaggerationand a pointless emissions of words. tonightI would not write about the faded mornings,sleepless nights,empty lumps formed in throat,the shivers of depression,or the sighs of…

Quietness

You see my vintage phone sitting on the desk, dust settling it doesn’t ring anymore, still as 12 am. clock strikes silence over head. And the curtains on the walls immovable, the threads are lifeless now yet reflects the shadows of bygones. The quietude takes me to an abandoned land of dead flowers, rotten. You…

Chasing Red by Isabelle Ronin (Book Review)

Title: Chasing Red Author: Isabelle Ronin Genre: Contemporary Romance Publisher: Source Books Publication date: September 18, 2017 Chasing Red is a heart winning romance genre novel written by a Canadian author, Isabelle Ronin who has undoubtedly and wonderfully done justice with her debut. The story has already been phenomenal on Wattpad and it was then…

Cry but Accept the Pain

This post is a repost. I would like my words to reach anyone and help who has lost hopes and is in despair. // To all the broken hearts out there, don’t let your tears weaken you. Crying is a healing process, it isn’t the sign of cowardice. Feel the pain and let it out…

Disheveled

I see myself withering  by time like wilted petals  collapsing to despair  concealing loud screams the tint fading Indeed, I am a flower,  disheveled  -SHREYA 

Illecebrous essence

Being entrapped in your illecebrous essence Such manner, No matter how hard, I try to escape, I end up writing about you. Perhaps, you live in my words. -SHREYA

Lifeless

Petals

Petals  Silky and velvet  I feel to touch it  Yet stop myself  Not to play with its pure essence  -SHREYA  Featured image source: Pixabay

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…