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9.1k · Feb 2015
Beautiful Night
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Its 2 a.m. and the world is sleeping; so quiet,
I can even hear and count my heartbeats;
I am still awake; watching the stars dazzling light,
moon is peeping inside my window like everyday it greets;
Its a beautiful night telling me I am not alone,
and these are the beautiful moments I own.

I am lying on my bed; holding a pillow so tight,
empty streets and dancing trees are beautiful to see;
it lands me in the realm of delight,
and its the best place I’d rather be;
Its a beautiful night telling me I am not alone,
and these are the beautiful moments I own.

Fireflies are dancing like stars in the sky,
and trees are playing the background music;
making me feel alive with every moment passes by,
gifting wonderful scenes to click;
Its a beautiful night telling me I am not alone,
and these are the beautiful moments I own.

Cold wind kisses my face and I sigh,
it blows off my candles like it is asking me to sleep;
trees dance for me and sing me a lullaby,
taking away all the reasons to weep;
Its a beautiful night telling me I am not alone,
and these are the beautiful moments I own.

It takes all the bad memories away,
making me feel life is not that bad;
I will thank Lord for gifting me this day,
and for taking away all the reasons to be sad;
Its a beautiful night telling me I am not alone,
and these are the beautiful moments I own.

Moon is sitting by my window in a silver dress,
like it is going to tell me a fairytale;
all about those 7 dwarfs and pirate ships and princess,
till I sleep and forget reasons to wail,
Its a beautiful night telling me I am not alone,
and these are the beautiful moments I own.

© Shreya ♥
7.3k · Feb 2015
Orpheus & Eurydice
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Eurydice in her efforts to escape the satyr;
fell into a nest of vipers; suffered serpent bite,
Her body was discovered by Orpheus who played;
mournful songs when he saw her turning white.

All the Gods and Nymphs wept at his songs;
and they advised Orpheus to travel the underworld,
his music softened the hearts of Hades& Persephone;
who allowed Eurydice to return with him to upper world.

They kept a condition: he should walk in front of her;
and not look back until they both had reached the earth,
Orpheus accepted the condition and made his way;
Eurydice followed him, and continued to the girth.

In anxiety Orpheus turned back before they reached;
forgetting that both needed to be in the upper world,
Eurydice vanished and never came back;
Orpheus cried as he left her in the underworld.

At the end of his life, he disdained the worship of Gods;
A morning he went to the oracle to salute his God at dawn,
he was ripped to pieces by Maenads for not honoring Gods;
A woman killed him and his songs still played on and on.

Helicon sank underground when the women who killed Orpheus;

Orpheus Head on his Lyre
tried to wash her blood-stained hands in its waters,
After the death of Eurydice few threw sticks & stones at him;
music was so soulful, rocks & branches refused to be attackers.

His head and lyre, still singing mournful songs;
Lyre was carried to heaven by the Muses; placed among stars,
The Muses gathered up fragments of his body and buried them;
the Nightingale sang over his grave and ended love wars.

After river Sys flooded, his soul returned to the underworld;
where he was reunited at last with his beloved Eurydice,
but Eurydice was dead, and this grieved him so much that;
Orpheus committed suicide from his grief unable to find Eurydice.

© Shreya ♥
Poem is based on Orpheus & Eurydice, according to Greek mythology.
5.6k · Feb 2015
Abyss Of Nothingness
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
It’s dark, hard enough to see;
am lying drunk in memories,
the flashback stabbing me;
they said love is a disease.

I was scared, never believed;
know you had insecurities,
but you never said honey;
and we've missed opportunities.

How many times did I die?
wonder if I and you were we;
lost in abyss of nothingness,
walking the streets of uncertainty.
Being lost in abyss of nothingness;
I know there’s nothing to worry,
it will be fine; heard through grapevine,
promises echo in eternity honey.

Remember something?
when you said believe,
I did, I was in every word;
never knew you’d leave.

There’s no dream to dream;
like I've been drunk in misery,
was I delusional enough;
to not get it out of me?

So how many times I've to die?
wonder if I and you were we;
lost in abyss of nothingness,
walking the streets of uncertainty.
Being lost in abyss of nothingness;
I know there’s nothing to worry,
it will be fine; heard through grapevine,
promises echo in eternity honey.

~Shreya
P.S. My creation, please do not copy |© Protected | Image: Google
P.P.S. Work Of Fiction!
“There's something beautiful about nothingness, the eerie silence within, the emptiness, that hollow spot where you are mostly found, that yearning for isolation and disappearing from existence, refusing to be found again or ever again, completely repelling the presence of any other being. Echoes of nothingness are louder than anything I can hear. I don't know how mad I have been about living or existence, like I have been drunk in nothingness. When we are tired to find out the reason, guess we name it as nothing.”
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
There is not a day when I don't think of you;
its the only thing I’ll forever do,
I remember when the first time you held my hand;
you were standing close to me; it was a november end,
and my tears roll down on your photograph;
when I remember the moments you made me laugh.

Boy you said you will never leave me alone;
there were the days when you used to walk me home,
I remember those bikes that we enjoyed and rode;
do you remember those beautiful paths; together we trod?
and my tears roll down on your photograph;
and just a single thought is enough to turn my mood off.

Those days are gone when we were together?
you said this love will last forever,
and now every time it makes me go shatter;
I know; for you all this doesn't matter,
and my tears roll down on your photograph;
when all your thoughts scratches my core so rough.

All the roses you gave me have turned pale;
they now sing the story of my ail,
you have got your own world, I haven't got mine;
I donno how long it will take me to feel fine,
and my tears roll down on your photograph;
when all your memories divide my heart into half.

With bloodshot eyes I search for you everywhere;
I close my eyes and I see you; I open them and you disappear,
You are the one who has conquered my mind;
I donno how and why I got so blind,
and my tears roll down on your photograph;
when it reminds me of your bluff.

© Shreya ♥
2.4k · Feb 2015
Someday
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
I may have lost many times,
I may have got broken, broken;
I may be stupid in thousand ways,
for I'd kept too much unspoken;
But I know imma make it someday,
Someday, someday, ay-ay-ay.. Yeah.

I know the way I am going,
leads to the crossroads, crossroads;
it may be hard to choose one of them,
for it takes long to get those codes;
But I know imma make it someday,
Someday, someday, ay-ay-ay.. Yeah.

Oh if I lose again this time,
it may knock me down, down;
I may be crushed in pain,
for it takes long to turn me on;
But I know imma make it someday,
Someday, someday, ay-ay-ay.. Yeah.

Imma be okay, okay.
someday someday ay-ay-ay.. Yeah.

My Lord has give me so much,
it'd be fair if He takes few of it away, away;
it may leave me feeling rough,
for its not easy to find a way to stay;
But I know imma make it someday,
Someday, someday, ay-ay-ay.. Yeah.

I know I'd be rolling in the bed,
if I have to sleep with a broken heart, heart;
I may feel like completely lost,
for it takes time to mend that part;
But I know imma make it someday,
Someday, someday, ay-ay-ay.. Yeah.

I know people laugh on me,
they think 'am so crazy, crazy;
I may pretend I don't hear them talk,
'cause to forget them is not easy;
But I know imma make it someday,
Someday, someday, ay-ay-ay.. Yeah.

Imma be okay, okay.
someday someday ay-ay-ay.. Yeah.

© Shreya ♥
2.0k · Feb 2015
Walk Away
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
You ignore me.. oh;
but I keep on staring you,
to make me feel good;
your smile is just enough.

And you cut me down;
I bleed but you don’t care though,
and I still hold on;
all your memories, you know.

I am standing here, all alone;
walk away; walk away,
don’t wanna hear all your lies;
for all the times you say-ay-ay-ay.

I’ve seen the real you;
still I stick to my guns,
but you don’t give a ****;
no matter if all my gut churns.

I am content with loneliness;
but its so hard to trust,
it just couldn’t happen to me;
and all my hope turn to rust.

Still am standing here, all alone;
walk away; walk away,
don’t come around ever again;
if you’re not gonna stay-ay-ay-ay.

© Shreya ♥
1.9k · Feb 2015
Emptiness
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
I wake up in the morning with bloodshot eyes;
the Sun peeks inside my window and wakes me up,
birds sing dawn chorus  and trees dance for me;
and I gaze outside my window, holding a tea cup.

I take shower and get ready for work;
wearing fake expressions of satisfaction,
and walk the crowded roads, where I get lost;
and work whole day with speechless action(s).

There is a weird feeling that conquers my soul;
some call it peace; some call it emptiness,
I am still a slave of destiny and it rules me;
I feel  fragile when tossed between no and yes.

I walk back to home and emptiness waits for me;
I play my guitar and it listens silently; sitting around a corner,
I lay down in my boudoir and lost in imagery;
but emptiness awakens like a strict owner.

I feel insomniac, and emptiness runs me through;
I put my hands back-head and travel the paths of flashback,
when I used to be the owner of happiness and;
now it seems like those days won’t come back.

I twist and turn, and night passes by;
and I wake up with one-minus a day,
I feel handcuffed with laziness but I welcome my morning;
but emptiness still has so many reasons to stay.

© Shreya ♥
1.8k · Feb 2015
Faith In Lord
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
When you have a broken heart,
And you can't go back to the start;
When it hurts to move forward,
And you can't go back to your world;
Then put all your faith in Lord,
And all your wounds will be cured.

When you wanna sleep but you can't,
When you don't get all that you want;
When you find your dreams shatter,
And all your friends begin to flatter;
Then put all your faith in Lord,
And all your wounds will be cured.

When you lose something you die for,
When you lose all the reasons to adore;
When you work and it doesn't work out,
When you have to face the fall out;
Then put all your faith in Lord,
And all your wounds will be cured.

When tears cover your face,
When to wanna win some race;
When you wanna make your dreams,
When you are drowned in the streams;
Then put all your faith in Lord,
And all your wounds will be cured.

When you wanna confess something,
And you are afraid of the shame it will bring;
When you feel like albatross over your neck,
And it hurts to look back;
Then put all your faith in Lord,
And all your wounds will be cured.

When you have a broken heart,
And you can't go back to the start;
When it hurts to move forward,
And you can't go back to your world;
Then put all your faith in Lord,
And all your wounds will be cured.

When you wanna sleep but you can't,
When you don't get all that you want;
When you find your dreams shatter,
And all your friends begin to flatter;
Then put all your faith in Lord,
And all your wounds will be cured.

When you lose something you die for,
When you lose all the reasons to adore;
When you work and it doesn't work out,
When you have to face the fall out;
Then put all your faith in Lord,
And all your wounds will be cured.

When tears cover your face,
When to wanna win some race;
When you wanna make your dreams,
When you are drowned in the streams;
Then put all your faith in Lord,
And all your wounds will be cured.

When you wanna confess something,
And you are afraid of the shame it will bring;
When you feel like albatross over your neck,
And it hurts to look back;
Then put all your faith in Lord,
And all your wounds will be cured.

When you have a broken heart,
And you can't go back to the start;
When it hurts to move forward,
And you can't go back to your world;
Then put all your faith in Lord,
And all your wounds will be cured.

When you wanna sleep but you can't,
When you don't get all that you want;
When you find your dreams shatter,
And all your friends begin to flatter;
Then put all your faith in Lord,
And all your wounds will be cured.

When you lose something you die for,
When you lose all the reasons to adore;
When you work and it doesn't work out,
When you have to face the fall out;
Then put all your faith in Lord,
And all your wounds will be cured.

When tears cover your face,
When to wanna win some race;
When you wanna make your dreams,
When you are drowned in the streams;
Then put all your faith in Lord,
And all your wounds will be cured.

When you wanna confess something,
And you are afraid of the shame it will bring;
When you feel like albatross over your neck,
And it hurts to look back;
Then put all your faith in Lord,
And all your wounds will be cured.

© Shreya ♥
1.3k · Feb 2016
No Signs
Shreya Inks Feb 2016
Took my pills on time;
left my phone on though,
I've been doing fine;
no signs of you.
Sale season is on;
I picked up a sweater in blue,
late Saturday night;
no signs of you.
How old books lie last in a pile;
sure, they're lovely too,
been reading Arab authors;
no signs of you.
I scored good in a game;
that's something new,
I play, but it's boring;
no signs of you.
Late nineties rap;
yeah I listened to a few,
it's on loop now;
no signs of you.
Good people are still there;
but I don't see any clue,
they're all out of time;
no signs of you.
They draw hearts on paper;
but don't have one I knew,
late February;
no signs of you.
I don't borrow but;
looks like some debt is due,
don't remember any;
maybe signs of you.
"Some people are like air balloons, once you slip them out of your hands -they won't ever land on your ground. They will fly high and end up on someone else's roof. You might never know where they went, 'cause the time of getting them out of your sight is very less. Longer you set your sight on them, deeper it will ache."
1.2k · Feb 2015
Sweetest Poison
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
I have been drinking the hemlock;
in the name of love so pure,
it rains all inside me;
haven’t seen the sky so azure.

It’s dark, hard enough to see;
as I leave the world of my bliss,
dreams and all the memories;
that I am going to crucifix.

Even demons could wonder;
sweetest poison it has been,
killing me with no scar;
hidden, yet so serene.

Juliet is on deathbed;
Cupids stabbed her so deep,
flashback runs her through;
makes even angels weep.

Candles blew off, roses turned to pale;
when I sang this serenade,
violins broke and complain;
for the love that was never made.

Even demons could wonder;
sweetest poison it has been,
such was love to me;
a weapon, unseen.

~Shreya ♥
P.S. My creation, please do not copy | © Protected |
P.P.S. ..and with this, a pause to love and romantic poems.
"We can't exist in the same world now. You've become Novocaine to me, but you won't ever fall for me –never. I want to lose my identity as individual, I don't want to be the citizen of the world you are in, I don't want to be recognized anyway, I don't want to share anything with you –be it love, emotions, time, days, the air you breathe, the sunshine that falls on you and I want to forget that despite not having you, losing you hurts. I want mutual antipathy to separate us and want to be irrevocably separated."
1.2k · Feb 2015
Small Town Girl
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Lying on the roof all alone;
under millions of the stars,
having music to cheer me;
counting those darkest hours.

Back in time two years ago;
when I started as a naïve,
few mistakes and some lessons;
followed after my strive.

I am still the same, nothing’s changed;
me and time and my dreams again,
somewhere meet on the way, unplanned;
handful of pleasure and a little pain.
People refused to believe;
all they came for is to complain,
those tears went unnoticed;
when I secretly cried in vain,
am the same, small town girl;
who loved to get drenched in rain.

I know where I have to go;
so what if these roads are unknown,
someday I am gonna make it;
no matter if it chills me to the bone.

Left my heaven behind;
to start the world of my own,
along with my many dreams;
guess a little, I’ve also grown.

But I am still the same, nothing’s changed;
me and time and my dreams again,
somewhere meet on the way, unplanned;
handful of pleasure and a little pain.
People refused to believe;
all they came for is to complain,
those tears went unnoticed;
when I secretly cried in vain,
am the same, small town girl;
who loved to get drenched in rain.

© Shreya ♥
“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” ―Oscar Wilde
1.2k · Feb 2015
Forever Never Comes
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Its 2 o'clock in the morning;
I am staring at the phone and rolling,
but you hasn't called and I;
sit by my window and sigh.

Now am staring at the moon;
hoping you'd call me soon,
but its getting so late now;
imma try to sleep somehow.

And my mind goes into the flashback;
when you said you'll be with me forever,
but forever never comes baby;
so don't say forever, don't say forever.

I am crawling into the loneliness;
I donno what's on your mind and I can't guess,
I hold your memories so strong;
and I think of you all day long.

I wish you'd sweep in like before;
and make a soft knock at my door,
and put your arms around my shoulder;
I've got my cardigan on 'cause its getting colder.

And my mind goes into the flashback;
when you said you'll be with me forever,
but forever never comes baby;
so don't say forever, don't say forever.

Am sliding your pictures on my phone;
am lying on my bed and I feel so alone,
I wish you'd wake me up in the morning;
and I'd pretend that I am sleeping.

Putting your thoughts aside isn't easy;
'cause they play in my mind like symphony,
Am tryna sleep with all your dreams;
keeping phone near and gazing moonbeams.

But my mind goes into the flashback;
when you said you'll be with me forever,
but forever never comes baby;
so don't say forever, don't say forever.

© Shreya ♥
1.1k · Feb 2015
Deepest Cut
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
When I close my eyes;
and slip into the flashback,
I lose myself into the darkness;
where old memories attack.

I got my heart bleeding;
losing my thoughts to oblivion,
all I can feel is numb;
holding a vacuum within.

It gave me the deepest cut;
gonna be the darkest scar,
as the legacy of pain;
its gonna reside in my heart.

Its gonna turn into a hollow spot;
of all the pain that I never talk about,
yeah, it’s something that breaks me down;
but am gonna rise again, gotta cut it out.

Like it was never a part of mine;
that I have tried so much to hide,
its gonna fade away along with time;
won’t be haunting me anymore inside.

But it gave me the deepest cut;
gonna be the darkest scar,
as the legacy of pain;
its gonna reside in my heart.

When I close my eyes;
and slip into the flashback,
I lose myself into the darkness;
where old memories attack.

I got my heart bleeding;
losing my thoughts to oblivion,
all I can feel is numb;
holding a vacuum within.

It gave me the deepest cut;
gonna be the darkest scar,
as the legacy of pain;
its gonna reside in my heart.

Its gonna turn into a hollow spot;
of all the pain that I never talk about,
yeah, it’s something that breaks me down;
but am gonna rise again, gotta cut it out.

Like it was never a part of mine;
that I have tried so much to hide,
its gonna fade away along with time;
won’t be haunting me anymore inside.

But it gave me the deepest cut;
gonna be the darkest scar,
as the legacy of pain;
its gonna reside in my heart.

When I close my eyes;
and slip into the flashback,
I lose myself into the darkness;
where old memories attack.

I got my heart bleeding;
losing my thoughts to oblivion,
all I can feel is numb;
holding a vacuum within.

It gave me the deepest cut;
gonna be the darkest scar,
as the legacy of pain;
its gonna reside in my heart.

Its gonna turn into a hollow spot;
of all the pain that I never talk about,
yeah, it’s something that breaks me down;
but am gonna rise again, gotta cut it out.

Like it was never a part of mine;
that I have tried so much to hide,
its gonna fade away along with time;
won’t be haunting me anymore inside.

But it gave me the deepest cut;
gonna be the darkest scar,
as the legacy of pain;
its gonna reside in my heart.

© Shreya ♥
1.1k · Feb 2015
Unlikely Hero
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
I caught you lost in search of hope;
when rest of the world was asleep,
can read your expressions on the face;
trying hard not to break and weep.

I’ll be always there, right next to you;
when you’re trying to hide your pain,
under the scars that you never show;
and I’ll be always there to explain.

So don’t you ever forget;
that I’ll be always there,
‘cause you’re unlikely hero to me;
in happiness and in despair.
Can count me in when tears roll out;
I won’t be the one you gotta live without,
when your fears fill you with doubt;
I’ll be there, ‘cause you’re all I am about.

But I am scared, and you’re not aware;
if there is no tomorrow in my hand,
I still want you to be the hero;
and I hope you understand.

Been familiar with all your flaws;
that you choose not to tell and hide,
but I want you to know that;
accepted you as you are, out and inside.

Despite knowing your worst mistakes;
and exploring your deepest scars,
you’re unlikely hero to me;
for whom I can keep wishing on the stars.
Can count me in when tears roll out;
I won’t be the one you gotta live without,
when your fears fill you with doubt;
I’ll be there, ‘cause you’re all I am about.

~Shreya ♥
P.S. My creation, please do not copy |  © Protected |
P.P.S. Work Of Fiction!
"He gets scared and nervous too as I can see him gulping his Adam’s apple and clenching fingers; surely he experiences bouts of loneliness and is pretty insecure and impatient like everyone else. He is stubborn like a seven year old. Against all odds, he has never quit. That’s not much heroic though but certainly he is a hero."
1.1k · Feb 2015
Rotten Roses
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
It was a tuesday night when you walked around me;
with a bunch of 22 roses, hiding at your back and I,
closed my eyes and  you went down on your knees;
you gave me roses and I heard myself sigh.

You walked me home, and I saved those roses;
whenever I look at them they remind me of you,
I wish you could come and I get those days back;
when we visited beautiful places and the sky so blue.

Those were the days when you wrote me beautiful proses;
now it crushes me whenever I see those rotten roses.

I remember the first song I wrote for you;
you played guitar for me and we sang together,
and I caught you staring at me for a while;
and then you started talking about the weather.

I haven’t seen you since God knows when;
you have got your own world and I haven’t got mine,
what about the promises that you made me;
all that dancing in the rain and visiting places in sunshine?

Those were the days when you wrote me beautiful proses;
now it crushes me whenever I see those rotten roses.

© Shreya ♥
1.1k · Feb 2015
Refuse My Love
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Holding back fading memories;
all your thoughts in my head,
insomnia seems no stranger now;
keeps me rolling in the bed,
scrolling down your photographs;
texts that countless times I read,
I wish to sleep for a while but;
chose to think about you instead.

Walking on the highway of uncertainty;
blindfolded, with stumbled feet;
refuse my love and tear me down,
gotta walk alone this one-way street.

Heart doesn't belong to me now;
I doubt as it attempts to run,
am not sure about yours, but;
guess mine won’t belong to none,
losing you rarely bothered;
but losing me was the one,
traumatized in middle of nowhere;
with this existence, guess I’m done.

Walking on the highway of uncertainty;
as I see your promises so paper thin,
refuse my love and tear me down;
I don’t feel alive, killed myself within.

© Shreya ♥

P.S. Inspired by a friend’s story.
“My heart no longer felt as if it belonged to me. It now felt as it had been stolen, torn from my chest by someone who wanted no part of it.” ―Meredith Taylor
1.1k · Feb 2015
The Matador
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
A man dressed in red and gold,
in front of the bull with fears, all sold;
as the mighty bull enters the ring,
yellow and magenta cape starts to swing.

Trumpet sounds; he throws a spear at the bulls back,
with the hopes so high, he never lack(s);
at another trumpet he removes his hat,
and makes a bow dedicating the bull’s death.

He dances with the bull,
and the audience there cheers and adore;
he keeps playing on and on,
like a true hero -the Matador.

He waves a muleta, daring the bull to charge,
both keep eyes locked at each other, open so large;
now he stands at ten feets from the bull,
holding espada to stab at bull’s back to null.

The bull falls and dies,
staring the bull-fighter’s eyes;
and audience cheers the victory of the man,
waving white handkerchiefs at the end of the game.

He is awarded dead bull’s tail or hoof or ears,
people there lift him as he reached the stadium door;
he holds a trophy saying victory against his fears;
like a true hero -the Matador
.

*I have been reading about the Matador since a week, and it has become an obsession now to know more about the Matador.

© Shreya ♥
1.0k · Feb 2015
Somewhere On Empty Streets
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
I walk the empty streets gazing at the moon;
with hands in my pocket I kick the street pebbles,
its awesome to feel the silence tune;
away from the city crowd and its babbles.
I donno where it leads but its wonderful;
I stand by a lamp post with my hands crossed,
staring at the running city from the river side;
and the beautiful high towers lighted and glossed.

I donno where I am going;
I am somewhere on empty streets,
With my shadow following me;
I am somewhere on empty streets.

I sat down that river side, gazing at it;
I tossed a stone in the river killing my monotony,
and found I have miles to go now;
and cold wind hugged me giving me her company.
Few people passed by, staring at me;
I turned my eyes off faking a smile,
They returned back the smile and moved on;
and I found a way to mend my heart for a while.

I donno where I am going;
I am somewhere on empty streets,
With my shadow following me;
I am somewhere on empty streets.

© Shreya ♥
998 · May 2016
Vigil
Shreya Inks May 2016
Heard you laugh in my dreams;
like happy little kids were we,
all those things that scare you;
won’t hurt like a faded memory.

There’s this moon, full and bright,
you in slumber, curled in bed;
thoughts like old pictures of you,
hidden under sheets of tears shed.

Endless vigil, tear-stained pillow;
beautiful cuts and a deep fall,
melancholic it is, isn’t it?
to watch them go who had it all.

Hiding with sinking heart in a corner;
and life doesn’t treat you fair,
the truth is you want to run away;
all consumed up in despair.

Wounds are fresh and they ache;
victim of something unfortunate,
this nobody knows but me;
counting on the happiness so late.

Endless vigil, caressed skin;
all wrapped up in emptiness,
laughing throwing my head back;
so nobody could guess.

© Shreya ♥
“Every time, I felt like missing you —I told myself to stop and forced to sleep. I believe sleep could fix our souls. I don't know I slept or dreamt, I just watched something is missing behind and I did nothing about it. I feel like you're a mistake, I feel I'll regret this but I also know, there's a comfort of a kind in missing you. Comfort of being sad, maybe. I find a dark hollow spot sinking in my chest delivering me life and that's how I realize I am alive. I want to tell you all this on a hill top at 2:00 in morning under starlit night and lonely place followed by the North wind. I want to feel the shiver and realize, it's real. I want to smoke and make rings of it. I’ve caught you staring at me and I want to stare at you, find out what pain looks like and run my finger on the edges of loneliness. Losing my sleep writing about you is like a ritual for me, I feel I will be pure if I perform this ritual like vigil. The more painful it is, the more pure it will be. I have a strange belief that you can’t understand such a twisted logic, I am learning to be content with it. So I will be awake, writing and humming it like a nightingale –sitting in darkness under an unfruitful tree all alone and singing to cherish loneliness, sending you smoke signals.”
967 · Mar 2016
Rough Patch
Shreya Inks Mar 2016
Flashback 2 decades;
candies were accolades,
paper airplanes and pistols;
card board houses and plastic dolls,
delayed tuition fee at school;
big kids don’t play but they rule,
bad grades on report card;
never been starred,
rented house, single bedroom;
finally had our little home,
jealousy well defined;
got it? never mind,
pocket money over again;
there comes the bargain,
man, all of the trouble;
so I formed this bubble,
stranger who molested me;
must die worst, I wanna see,
teen age and old radio;
my anger and alter ego,
same shirt thrice a week;
think a lot, never speak,
picked looking at right in the menu;
doesn’t matter what’s the venue,
knew mama saved money in a jar;
some wounds don’t leave a scar,
dropped things back looking at price tag;
ain’t no money in my bag,
man who stole my dad’s money;
ain’t no mercy, may he dies in misery,
dad’s scooter in blue;
man I loved that, they sold it too,
people don’t help but pretend;
imma break ‘em if they don’t bend,
working hard, success will unlock;
don’t say, “do” then we’ll talk,
to my friends in Delhi, sorry;
promise, will see ya soon don’t worry,
life’s a ***** I know;
it’s been quite a show,
know it was a rough patch;
like an itch ya can’t scratch,
but it's on, ***** it's on;
miss me when am gone.

© Shreya ♥
“Sometimes, things happen and you have no one to blame for. Sometimes, it happens to teach you something. Worst circumstances proves a great warrior and I am not the one who gives up easily, so bring it on. I want to remember, I fought –no matter I won or lost.”
967 · Feb 2015
Lovelorn
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
I remember the eyes that used to stare me;
the dimples that used to get deeper with smile,
I remember the way you used to walk around;
all that used to make my world happy for a while.

Donno how we parted our ways so far;
time passed you changed but haven’t changed I,
you must be happy in the world of your own;
but I still feel the same, I just cannot deny.

And my heart bleeds like skin between thorn(s);
I feel so bad, hurt to the core like lovelorn.

Why you gotta go, so far away;
it still gives me butterflies to think of you,
I guess it doesn’t make sense to stay;
‘cause I know you never felt the way I do.

So temme, how to get you back;
‘cause I long for you all day long,
is there any option left for me to choose;
or you are someone who to me does not belong.

I wish somebody could be there to make me warn;
before I fell for you, hurt to the core like lovelorn.

© Shreya ♥
963 · Feb 2015
Peek-A-Boo
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
I dream and dare to dream more;
people laugh and I pretend I don’t hear,
I walk the paths of my dream;
with handful of hope and unshared fear(s).

Its been great to try all the time;
rather blaming the things and all,
I may lose and get hurt but;
I’ll pick myself up every time I’ll fall.

Life is a game like Peek-A-Boo;
All we need to do is just watch it through.

I wanna know how it feels like to win;
being a failure every time I paid price,
I have made mistakes but learned from it;
it all happened when I tried twice.

Its all about taking chances;
so I keep my eyes on every chance I get,
to make the best of it can be and;
to realize the things, in dreams I met.

Life is a game like Peek-A-Boo;
All we need to do is to be ready to go.

© Shreya ♥
958 · Feb 2015
Back To Square One
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Its been so long I enjoyed rains;
I don't remember now how to make paper boats,
I kinda lost my childhood somewhere in time;
seems like, on the sea of time those memories floats.

I donno when was the last time I made wishes;
pretending airplanes as shooting stars,
I love to be too stupid to count them on fingers;
rather being a victim of the rat race and political wars.

Those were the days when a single tear was my only weapon;
to get whatever I want and a new toy was enough to make me smile,
now there is nothing that can replace all that;
I wish I could get a fraction of that time for a while.

I donno what I am or what I've done;
all I know is, I wanna get back to square one.

I love to sleep with my teddy;
for I don't wanna grow up anymore,
I would love to fall and learn to walk again;
rather healing my heart hurt to the core.

So am gonna walk the paths of past to my childhood;
where I was as happy and satisfied as kings,
am happy in dolls and paper boats and paper planes;
so don't try to convince me with material things.

I wanna live those days again;
so bring me back my childhood,
I just can't survive in this cruel world;
I would love to be kid again if I could.

I donno what I am or what I've done;
all I know is, I wanna get back to square one.

© Shreya ♥
873 · Feb 2015
Pieces Of Me
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Going back to the time when I was five;
happy in the world of my own,
I was moms’s doll and dad’s princess;
had a sweet home in a small town.

Tearing pages for paper planes;
making paper boats for the rain,
that’s where my heaven was;
can I get those days back again.

I have grown big now, came far away;
and left my home behind,
gotta go back in time when I was a child;
all these are pieces of me, I gotta find.

Wanna go back to the time when dad;
bought me my favourite toys;
and took me to the festive fairs,
I wanna live again all those days.

My white teddy is lying in a corner;
turned pale and covered with dust,
I don’t have time to play with it;
all my toys got old and turned to rust.

Time sweeps as the pendulum swings;
it got me so big that I,
can’t live my childhood again;
all these are pieces of me, I pick and sigh.

Going back to the time when I was five;
happy in the world of my own,
I was moms’s doll and dad’s princess;
had a sweet home in a small town.

Tearing pages for paper planes;
making paper boats for the rain,
that’s where my heaven was;
can I get those days back again.

I have grown big now, came far away;
and left my home behind,
gotta go back in time when I was a child;
all these are pieces of me, I gotta find.

Wanna go back to the time when dad;
bought me my favourite toys;
and took me to the festive fairs,
I wanna live again all those days.

My white teddy is lying in a corner;
turned pale and covered with dust,
I don’t have time to play with it;
all my toys got old and turned to rust.

Time sweeps as the pendulum swings;
it got me so big that I,
can’t live my childhood again;
all these are pieces of me, I pick and sigh.

Going back to the time when I was five;
happy in the world of my own,
I was moms’s doll and dad’s princess;
had a sweet home in a small town.

Tearing pages for paper planes;
making paper boats for the rain,
that’s where my heaven was;
can I get those days back again.

I have grown big now, came far away;
and left my home behind,
gotta go back in time when I was a child;
all these are pieces of me, I gotta find.

Wanna go back to the time when dad;
bought me my favourite toys;
and took me to the festive fairs,
I wanna live again all those days.

My white teddy is lying in a corner;
turned pale and covered with dust,
I don’t have time to play with it;
all my toys got old and turned to rust.

Time sweeps as the pendulum swings;
it got me so big that I,
can’t live my childhood again;
all these are pieces of me, I pick and sigh.

© Shreya ♥
864 · Feb 2015
One Bullet
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Who I am so that people will care;
about me and love me in return,
I gotta buy a kerosene can;
pour it all around, let the memories burn.

It crosses my heart all the time;
I shouldn’t breathe it anymore,
there is too much to complain about
but who’s got time to hear to my core.

I gotta buy a gun, or rent it for a day;
and shoot one bullet to my heart,
just one bullet, just one bullet;
and I’ll rest in peace as I’ll depart.

Why does it bother me;
let them do whatever they wanna do,
I must leave them on their own;
and live mine too.

Gotta know who’s gonna miss me;
If no one, whom I’ve to blame,
I call it life and try to live it;
they keep on playing and call it a game.

I gotta buy a gun, or rent it for a day;
and shoot one bullet to my heart,
just one bullet, just one bullet;
and I’ll rest in peace as I’ll depart.

© Shreya ♥
858 · Feb 2015
I Feel So Blue
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
An empty space and unsaid words,
I hold somewhere deep in my core;
I donno what has happened to me,
'cause I was never like this before;

I see you laugh; I see you go,
and I feel myself so low;
I donno how to say those words to you,  
I think of you and you've no clue;
and all this makes me feel so blue,
but what to do, you donno somebody loves you.. oh no!

I write for you, I sing for you,
and the days are left so few;
oh boy temme what to do,
you don't wanna change your point of view.. oh no!
and I can't get my eyes off you,
you make me feel my world so new.

But I feel so blue;
so blue.. oh no!

You are someone that something can't replace,
you are the one whose memories ain't gonna erase;
I feel so blue and tears cover my face,
and I want you to come and embrace.

Oh.. I see you laugh; I see you go,
and I feel myself so low;
I donno how to say those words to you,  
I think of you and you've no clue;
and all this makes me feel so blue,
but what to do, you donno somebody loves you.. oh no!

I write for you, I sing for you,
and the days are left so few;
oh boy temme what to do,
you don't wanna change your point of view;
and I can't get my eyes off you,
you make me feel my world so new.

But I feel so blue;
so blue.. oh no!

© Shreya ♥
848 · Feb 2015
I Gotta Depart
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
The echoes of silence around me;
and my hopeless mute scream,
am gazing outside the window;
and wishing if it could be my realm.

An empty chair next to me;
reminds me of my loneliness,
a corner table full of pills;
makes me feel of my weakness.

Here is my life, I gotta return;
so I gotta depart before my guts churn.

There is peace and white light,
now I can feel no pain;
I can’t feel if am alive or,
am gonna die again.

Here I lie warm in the deathbed;
holding the memories in my heart,
flashback and tears follow;
as I decide to depart.

Here is my life, I gotta return;
so I gotta depart before my guts churn.

© Shreya ♥
847 · Feb 2015
Complicated
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
There is a part of me I gotta explore;
it resides in me but yet so unknown,
some where it exists I don’t know;
I wonder if it is a shadow of my own?

It takes me to the untrodden paths;
making me walk on broken glass,
with bleeding feet I travel the road;
losing count, how long left to pass.

Tears refuse to come out;
smile refuses to make the curve deep,
it hurts to the core to act neutral;
I am so complicated, away from sleep.

I have fallen thrice but who is counting;
I am busy in walking too fast,
can’t see anybody around me;
am I the first or the one who came last?

Mood swings have become neighbours now;
they knock my door now and then,
I just pretend I am not home;
I know they’re gonna leave, don’t know when.

I feel like having albatross around my neck;
chocking me deep to the core,
I don’t know what else to wish for;
for I am so complicated, hurt so sore.

© Shreya ♥
845 · Feb 2015
Paranoid Humanoids
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
I know Cassius is around me;
planning me to back-stab till it digs my heart,
I wish I could unfold the conspiracy;
and again get back to the start.

I will fight till the last drop of my blood;
so am gonna roll up my sleeves and pull up my socks,
to give the best of whatever I can;
to leave no stone unturned and unlock the life box.

But temme how to escape these paranoid humanoids?
who are fair weather ***** and unfaithful guides.

All I can do is to redeem myself;
to mend my shattered heart if I can,
I donno how will I make all this happen?
but imma work out for this plan.

So am gonna burn midnight oil;
when the rest of the world sleeps; then work I,
to winnow the overwhelming odds out;
and make most of the time that passes by.

But temme how to escape these paranoid humanoids?
who stab my heart till into two it divides.

© Shreya ♥
Cassius was an unfaithful character in Julius Caesar by Shakespeare.
841 · Mar 2015
Sandman
Shreya Inks Mar 2015
For all the bad things that happened;
good ones were never enough at all,
I was stubborn like a fat kid;
whom biggest piece of cake looks small.

Nothing seems to satisfy;
when insomnia hits a little deep,
and when you are tired of trying;
it makes you silently weep.

I wished there was a sandman;
an angel to sing me to sleep,
some best things to dream about;
and some promises to keep.

Am I asking too much;
or my best is never enough?
all my failed attempts;
proved it is gonna be tough.

Loosing hopes in smokes;
in despair I lie,
adding another failed attempt;
tell me what does it signify?

I wished there was a sandman;
for they say sleep is a cure,
is this a disease?
am so sure to be unsure.

© Shreya ♥
“I was tired and longed to go home and cover myself with a layer of blanket and fall asleep. I had this longed craving like some of us get mid-night cravings for something sweet. I had a bad day, I wanted to eat something delicious and surprise my taste buds and listen to a nice song and get back to normal. For some time I wished if it hasn't rained –I’d walked my way back home, under the starlit night. It rained that day, and I hate getting wet like am allergic to cold and wet. Sleeplessness occupied me as water occupies a piece of land; island is the word for it. A day never seemed this long, I used to be always busy doing something, if not then planning to do something. Time and I never had a great relationship; we were in on-off kinda relationship. I blamed time multiple times for not being in my favor, and assumed what if there was no time in existence. What if there’s a universe out of my little knowledge that is not ruled by time. I wonder how sometimes small things annoy me –how not finding another pair of socks irritates me, how wind messing up my hair annoys me, how sleeplessness and failed attempts to sleep makes me feel like giving up, how struggling to unwrap a chips packet or candy cover tempts me more to have it, how people not answering phone makes me delete their contact, how waiting kills my patience. I always had a belief that –a good sleep and nice food can comfort much to get back to normal; that belief faded a little though. I wish there was a sandman at my door all the time I wished for nice sleep and had a nightmare.”
823 · Feb 2015
Stoic Realm
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Darkness ain't stranger;
pretty familiar with that pain,
that resides somewhere around;
breaks me apart again and again.

Those commitments of happiness;
due since quite long time,
leaves me almost speechless;
like an artist involved in mime.

Got my wounds ripped off;
and there is no more scream,
for it’s hard to feel anything;
being a citizen of stoic realm.

Longing for the difference to feel;
between happiness and sorrow,
that keeps fading away;
in the hope of better tomorrow.

Scars replaced by new wounds;
so foreign to my memory,
overshadows my happiness;
am clueless, so eerie.

Have seen my only hope dying;
yet occupied by fake dream,
knew that’s never gonna turn real;
being a citizen of stoic realm.

© Shreya ♥
“Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.” –William Faulkner
821 · Feb 2015
Oh! Love
Shreya Inks Feb 2015

                                                                         You
                                                                    promised
                                                                me that you'll
                                                         never leave me alone;
                                                     but I know you are leaving
                                               me without letting me know, oh!
                                       And what about the things that you swore.
                                everything was fine, where all those days are gone?
                         When I asked about it, then at my face you slammed the door.
                So am not gonna ask about it, no matter if its gonna hurt me to the core.
                          But I'll miss you forever, I donno how will I live without you;
                                I don't want you to go, 'cause you are my world.. oh!
                                       So what can I do for you, to make you stay?
                                             Oh boy you are the only one I love;
                                                  gimme a chance and we can
                                                      make our life like the
                                                            heaven above.
                                                              so stay, my
                                                                   love.
                                                                     ♥
© Shreya ♥
818 · Feb 2015
I Don't Know Why?
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
I don’t know why I keep on thinking about you,
Why this world seems to be brand new?
Why I miss you even if I meet you everyday?
Why you seem so far even if you are a call away?

I don’t know why each dream is about you?
Though I know you ain’t my beau;
Why it feels great to see your text?
Why I save yours and delete the rest?

I don’t know why it hurts when you don’t reply?
Why I get down whenever you say goodbye?
Why I always want you to be with me?
Why I write about you in my diary?

I don’t know why I wait for you to come?
Why all your chats make me feel awesome?
Why are you so special for me?
Why your presence makes me feel happy?

I don’t know why I am afraid to lose you?
Why do I find you in everything I do?
I guess I am in love with you;
n I know you don’t and why would you?

But boy no one can love you the way I do,
Cause no one can write poems for you as I do;
I know all this is like a pipedream,
But I promise I will try and redeem.

© Shreya ♥
816 · Feb 2015
My Tombstone
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
I know I'll be pushing up the daisies;
and they will box me up under dust,
layers and layers will cover me up;
and all my bones will turn into rust.


For all those who love me;
place white roses on my tombstone,
light the candles and play operatic music;
for those who don't; walk away I am happy here alone.


Seems like I lost all my senses as I feel so numb;
and don't wake me up; its long back I slept,
I ran and fell after everything I chose;
no body knows; in the darkness I wept.


The Sun will be shining down on me;
and wind will kiss me as it passes by,
rains will shower me and;
moon will be gazing at me singing me a lullaby.


Yes this is how I want my tombstone to be;
am gonna part no more as I do rest in peace,
so am gonna sleep in the arms of Isis;
as from the chains of insomnia am gonna release.

© Shreya ♥
798 · Dec 2015
Jump?
Shreya Inks Dec 2015
I’ve been walking on the one way street;
sky is dark and you can walk along,
I’ve burned down my bridges to home;
know now this is where I belong.

My forgotten insignificant details;
like my fear of speed and heights,
my tear-stained old blue dress;
blood shot eyes and my love for nights.

It’s been loud in my head but I don’t talk;
faded vignettes crushing my mind,
watch me laugh throwing my head back;
I hide when am crashing to whine,
found my comfort in sadness;
know everything I want is fate resigned.

Am here after dark ‘cause Sun rays stab my eyes;
should I jump? for the final fall, fly to my paradise.

I’ve been tired for so long now;
failed enough so I carry on,
each failure stares back at me;
like they were never gone.

A scar right next to my heart;
my love-stained skin, remember?
that gold chain around my neck;
winter, mid-December.

It’s been loud in my head but I don’t talk;
faded vignettes crushing my mind,
watch me laugh throwing my head back;
I hide when am crashing to whine,
found my comfort in sadness;
know everything I want is fate resigned.

Am here after dark ‘cause Sun rays stab my eyes;
should I jump? for the final fall, fly to my paradise.

© Shreya
“I don’t know what it feels like before the jump, knowing it is the final fall and you could fall no further. There must be comfort in knowing you could fall no further, but I can imagine how hard it must be to find that comfort. To travel the untrodden path and to be just free, feeling nothing else –not belonging to any universe and cut cords from worldly notions. To conceive such thought and keep in your mind involves lot of suffering.”
798 · Feb 2015
The Last Salute
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Imagine a soldier dying at combat zone;
lying in a pool of blood holding flag so high,
crawling in pain to reach his gun;
'cause he don't wanna give up before he says goodbye.


Bullets are crossing his heart;
as he tries to get up; pain breaks his spine,
he falls again with his arm up in air, thinking;
if we weren't at combat zone, we must be sharing glasses of wine.



The flashback runs him through;
he says goodbye to the world; so brute,
and he goes down on knees;
in front of the flag, he makes the last salute.


Sound of gun fire echoes in the sky;
patches of blood are covering every inch of his skin,
he now sleeps in the arms of Gaia;
with lots and lots of wishes buried within.


He never wanted to fight like every mother's son;
and now he lies speechless in despair,
like a hero, he rests in peace;
and people box him up with 21 gun-shots in air.


The flashback runs them through;
they say don't be back to this world; so brute,
and they go down on their knees;
in front of his body, they make the last salute.

© Shreya ♥
People fight for a piece of land, they sacrifice their lives. They fight for belonging to different community, religion, creed and all these **** things. Is it not enough that we belong to same group **** Sapiens Sapiens and share the same world? Think!!
791 · Apr 2015
I Will Get You Wings
Shreya Inks Apr 2015
Say something, you’re not alone;
honey, I know the scars you hide,
aches and scares you to the core;
tell me how bad it feels inside.

The lost desire of existence;
those failed attempts of departure,
makes you feel numb and;
I understand the agony and torture.

Believe, I will get you wings;
and one day you will fly,
let go of what pulls you down;
honey, you’re gonna own the sky.

Faded memories that stab you;
God, it makes you paralyze,
all the decisions that you regret;
you thought but weren’t wise.

You see the dark clouds;
yes you have to fly above,
there belongs your sky;
your pleasure and love.

Promise, I will get you wings;
and one day you will fly,
shed off the weight of sorrow;
honey, you’re gonna own the sky.

© Shreya ♥
“Sometimes, we find comfort in summarizing things that are not so good about us. Somethings that you find not so charming and you’re not so proud of, you often hide. But there comes a **** time when you find somebody whom you assume will understand as they possess matching wavelengths and you begin to bare your soul to them. You remove every layer of fake expressions that you wear to protect yourself from getting exposed like you’ve been hiding your real identity. Like you’ve recognized another soul you’d like to cling to and you can bleed as long as you want. How fragile we are, in search of a soul to cling to. We’re never tired of asking, it only seems enough when you lose what you had. We kind of build this vicious circle around us that has center everywhere but we have got no idea of its circumference. How we need some soul to make us feel –things are fine, good is destined to happen. How existence of another soul gives you courage to continue being a decaying organic matter and not give up. How everything else becomes secondary and we find courage again to dream and pursue it. How you’re not scared of heartbreak again. How you begin to heal and how you reflect light and energy. How you get immune to physical pain. But falling is so universal, we can’t live without it. We fall, bleed, have scars, hide ‘em, stumble as if nothing happened, stand again and continue –that’s how we live. Falling is flying for a while –get your wings and fly. Fall and bleed, live!”
747 · Jan 2016
Words
Shreya Inks Jan 2016
They say you’ll be alright;
know you want to believe,
and you hear them talk;
know you want to leave.

Fail to understand game of words;
all about the truth and lies,
silence is comforting but;
what a promise signifies?

They sell you words again;
can’t see the hole carved deep,
words hurt and words heal;
sometimes, aches even in the sleep.

Wish words were like smoke;
so you never have to have them again,
but they stay too long and deep;
nothing can refrain.

Of what’s already said;
sticks like arrows into your heart,
words **** you but flesh remains;
only words bleed when you depart.

They sell you words again;
words they can’t keep,
words hurt and words heal;
sometimes, aches even in the sleep.

© Shreya ♥
“Tell me –where the words touched you, wounded you and gave you scars that will never fade away. Show me every inch of the patch where words stabbed you to the bone, hidden under that skin. But most importantly, I want to know about that hollow spot where the damage was infinite and irrevocable. Maybe there is not a single word that could describe the damage the other words have done to you, maybe you will always be lost for words when you will be talking about words, and that is when you will realize that words are not only something that comes out of your mouth or flows out of the ink –it is something that creates life of its own and lives forever. Maybe someday when you will realize it has faded away and you’ll be curled up warm in bed, it will lurk from the past and scare you and you will be staring at those empty ceilings –sleepless and devoid of comfort. Maybe it will stab you again; right in the middle of your chest where all that dampness of sorrow resides –you will realize you were never over it, it was just like you had a cup of Novocain and now it doesn’t work anymore. That time you will know what a word can do. Words hurt and irony is you don’t find the words to describe it, so you name it after the people who gave it to you and that is why there’s no remedy for it.”
740 · Feb 2015
Social Wallflower
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
I was a child when I was afraid of dark;
and the shadows around that I see,
but there was always an angel around;
who was there to take care of me.

I’ve grown up and so has become the shadow;
and the fear still resides where it used to be,
with a silent scream and whispered voice.
it echoes aloud inside me.

Every minute drags like an hour;
and I feel like a social wallflower.

Nobody can hear the scream;
they’ve got the scream of their own,
it reaches to my core, I can hear it;
but no one is there to hear mine –so alone.

I had a world of my own;
but it seems to be left behind,
I see it in the rear mirror till it disappears;
with the memories at the back of my mind.

Every minute drags to be like an hour;
and I feel like a social wallflower.

© Shreya ♥
733 · Jun 2015
The Trap
Shreya Inks Jun 2015
It’s not long back though;
I told myself everything is fine,
you were dressed in black;
and I was stained in wine.

You’ve watched me laughing;
throwing my head back and clapping in air,
**** it was a Sunday night;
when you first saw me crying in despair.

You gave a white handkerchief;
and I broke down down down,
my head was on your shoulder;
there was no better place in town.

There’s always a trap honey;
eternal bliss to eternal woe,
you and I are chains of it;
no end and no beginning though.

Lionel Richie songs on loop;
Pablo Neruda on page,
every word dug a new wound;
and scars must be twice my age.

You’ve punched the walls as;
my words stabbed you like a dart,
you turn them back to me;
and tore apart my heart.

It rained and the clouds were black;
my hopes sank like a paper boat in rain,
I cried curled like an abandoned kitten in bed;
and it rained all over again.

There’s always a trap honey;
you and I were caught same time,
you’ve had your own scars;
we are even as I’ve got mine.

© Shreya ♥
“Falling is so universal you know, sometimes for a while falling feels like flying. The deeper you fall, joyous the flight is. A perfect universal trap, isn’t it? It looks so easy and obvious. Once we fall, we are absorbed in it to another end like being absorbed by a black hole or being ****** in by a huge amount of vacuum. Well, we all are connected by vacuum. Love, is everything to say –everything we long for or everything we will long for. Sometimes, in my innocent opinion –love is a trap. Trap to fix things, complicate things, ease things, solve things and God knows what not. We are so destined to fall; I wonder sometimes when God plays Cupid and weaves a trap too. When was the last time God fell in love, or fell out of love? I have always believed I can never fall in love, never and that belief never fades away. Sometimes presence of people around me annoys me. Sometimes some people annoy me so much when they talk –I wish I can say, save your mouth from moving. I hate interference in my privacy and personal space. I hate being questioned where am going or why I was late. I don’t like being touched or any gesture to offer comfort. It is all a trap for me. I have always been cold –ice queen is the word for it. I hate insecurity, jealousy, and all such things. I hate closeness, I hate being favorite and I hate favors. I hate being overlooked, I don’t miss people –and am sure, and love is all of these things I hate. Sometimes, I think I don’t need anyone to complete me. I hate birthday celebrations, cake cutting and gifts (unless those are books) and blowing off candles. I believe in randomness and like people who are random and positive. Sometimes, we are so trapped by our emotions and expectations that it destroys the inner peace. Sometimes, asking somebody if they slept well and had food on time is enough to bring them to life, sometimes all this is less to make any difference. Thing is, till we don’t want to be happy –we can’t be. Happiness is a mindset and I chose to be happy in any situation. Even if I am sad, I can manage it. It is like a defense mechanism and it works. I never regret and never will. Am strong and equally week when it comes to family, ‘cause I love my family. ****, this love. You, see what it does. Some or other way we are part of synchronized trap and it goes on. I will always find reasons to be happy and will always feel better when I will see a puppy, a baby, a butterfly, a shooting star, a blooming bud and munching muffins.”
716 · Feb 2015
I'll Be There For You
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
When nightmares wake you up;
and you’re scared to the core so deep,
I’ll sing you lullaby right next to you;
till you feel alright and fall asleep.

Will fight back all your fears;
that keeps haunting you inside,
temme what and all troubles you;
don’t leave anything to hide.

Don’t worry, I’ll be there for you;
no matter where you go; I’ll be along,
don’t care what you choose;
I’ll be there even if you’re wrong.

Can’t bring back your yesterday;
can’t promise you tomorrow,
all I can give you is today;
no matter if I've to borrow.

You can temme all your secrets;
I’ll try if you want me to guess,
can count me in to hear you;
for all the things you wanna confess.

Don’t worry, I’ll be there for you;
no matter where you go; I’ll be along,
don’t care what you choose;
I’ll be there even if you’re wrong.

When you feel like crying all your heart out;
I’ll lend you my shoulder to cry on,
when you’ll be happy and feel like dancing;
I’ll join you with the party song.

When you can’t make time to see me;
I won’t question you for your absence,
may not talk to you for a while;
but I guess you can let go that non-sense.

Don’t worry, I’ll be there for you;
no matter where you go; I’ll be along,
don’t care what you choose;
I’ll be there even if you’re wrong.

© Shreya ♥
“One thing’s certain, life with you is never gonna be boring”―Kristen Ashley
714 · May 2015
The Ticket
Shreya Inks May 2015
Thinking of that day now;
things were bright in Sunlight,
it was a Monday morning;
world was turning into black and white.

Crossing the road back home;
clueless of what’s gonna happen,
I remember that scary fight;
and my friends were bleeding.

I was scared like a child hidden in curtain;
dressed in blue but all I can see was red,
I wished for the ticket to better world;
my friends fought and bled.

Remember ******* turned into pistol,
toy bullet and that toy gun?
fake chasing and shooting;
we run and run and run.

Hush little baby;
this world is a scary place,
don’t grow up honey it’s a trap;
run to mommy and embrace.

Big people fight in blood;
depart and push the daisies,
I wished for the ticket to better world;
I was going down on my knees.

© Shreya ♥
“Mommy, how people beating up each other to death sorts the problem? They say something abusive, they push them back as reply, they punch in face, and they punch in face even harder, they bleed. It is just situation and that is why it happens. Imagine, if same two guys who were beating up each other met at a bar –they would have shared drinks, danced and became friends may be. I don’t understand how much it takes to understand to humankind –there is nothing worth a fight. It’s scary and aching to see people getting into a fight, bleeding and broken. I know one thing; people are not bad at heart. They feel pain and all other emotions. They’re just carried away with situations; they don’t know when to stop. They don’t know when it is too much. They don’t want to listen, don’t want to understand and don’t want to think sometimes –they are out of control. It means a lot in man’s world to sort out things by beating up, teaching a lesson and scaring people, not all –as exceptions are always there. But, how about talking and winning by words? How about correcting and helping each other correct the mistakes? We all are flawed, some are exposed and some are hidden deep. Whenever I see a child I smile; I believe a child shouldn't be scared to grow up. A child shouldn't be scared to know that grownups fight with real guns and they bleed like Caesar’s statue in Calpurnia’s dream when all the Romans bathed their hands in the fountain of Caesar’s blood. I wish grownups fight with toy guns and never bleed in fight. I wish grownups find partners in their enemies they could play with and tease them sticking tongue out. I wish somethings from the childhood didn't change and I wish for a ticket to that world where people cry of laughter than bleeding of fights.”
710 · Feb 2015
Don't Say You’re Sorry
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
I had a world of my own;
and everything was almost fine,
then you came out of the blues;
and now am no more mine.

You told me you’re sick at home;
and I just came to see,
I caught you with her;
still you’re lying to me.

Am done with all your excuses;
it is not the first time you’ve done,
please don’t say you’re sorry;
don’t fool me ‘cause am not the one.
don’t say sorry if don’t mean it;
no matter what, this time I won’t believe it.

Why don’t you temme the truth;
why I have to be the last to know,
how many times I’ve gotta excuse you?
how many times I’ve gotta let it go?

When I call I find your number busy;
but you told me you are at work,
please don’t say you’re sorry;
for all the time you kept me in dark.
don’t say sorry if don’t mean it;
no matter what, this time I won’t believe it.

© Shreya ♥
694 · Apr 2015
Making Memories
Shreya Inks Apr 2015
It has been hard to hide;
honey I know it hurts like hell,
feelings shine in your eyes like illuminate;
truth is she doesn’t and you badly fell.

It sends you shiver;
and could die for a hug,
you’ve come a long way now;
she has been like a drug.

You’ve started making memories;
‘cause reality is getting tough,
you’ve cursed your heart;
for her presence is not enough.

Oh! you sang to her;
on your chest she slept,
you’ve been losing sleep in tears;
countless times you must have wept.

Her absence kills you;
‘cause feelings never grow old,
You’ve been looking for warmth;
but baby she is cold.

You’ve started making memories;
‘cause you’ve loved and love in vain,
look what she has done now;
you’ll never be the same again.

© Shreya ♥
“We’ve been making memories like world is gonna fall apart. We nourish sadness as it is our religion. Love, is all we need. We all love to be lost where love is. But sometimes some things come in combination; love comes in a combination of pain. It is not love if it doesn’t hurt you. Madness acts as catalyst. Some things are mortal –love is fundamental of all. It is perpetual bliss, a blessing. What hurts and still feels good is a blessing. To be a part of limitless, intangible, abstract thing is to have something that will echo in eternity. To live is an art, not everyone can do it. Some people spend time making memories. To have courage to bleed for one without anything in return is like having Elixir. You can’t die. When I say you, it doesn’t mean the body –it’s the one in it. Live!”
691 · Feb 2015
Leave And Don't Look Back
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
It was Tuesday when we broke up;
and said goodbye in the pouring rain,
as per your last wish to me;
we promised we’ll never meet again.

Don’t wait till all my gut churns;
if you have to leave just leave,
I won’t ask you for reason;
‘cause that won’t make meaning, I believe.

Just leave and don’t look back;
we are just strangers now,
you became my habit;
I gotta get rid of, somehow.

You've stopped replying to my texts;
you don’t answer my calls,
it was always a waste of time;
like I was hitting my head against the wall(s).

Don’t worry ‘bout me;
I’ll manage without you,
hope you have a great life;
even if am not a part of it though.

Just leave and don’t look back;
we are just strangers now,
you became my habit;
I gotta get rid of, somehow.

© Shreya ♥
690 · Feb 2015
When You Come Around
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
When you come around;
I can hear myself sigh,
You make me lift my feet off the ground;
It shatters me whenever you say good bye,
And my heart beats like 808 drums;
And I can feel the butterflies,
Do you also feel the same when my thought comes?
Or I must live in the world of lies?

When you come around my heart skips a beat;
And I guess now you have the clue,
Why then you don't temme whenever we meet;
No one else can love you the way I do,
Boy you got me crazy whenever you come close;
I turn off my eyes and try to breathe,
I keep on writing about you in poems & prose;
Be mine that's all I need.

© Shreya ♥
679 · Jun 2016
General Outlines
Shreya Inks Jun 2016
Directionless and I wanted to be alone;
said you'll follow me no matter where I go,
lights misguide me, darkness is home;
we're clueless little kids not so long ago.

Words heal like nothing else would;
said all my thoughts you understood,
felt like am out of the woods;
but words stab like no knife could.

Nothing stays forever but;
general outlines of memories stay,
and it runs right behind you;
all those colors of promises fade away.

Telling the truth and lies too;
swearing like we never lie,
believed lies more than the truth;
love so blind, can’t deny.

Cried over mindlessness;
every time you tried to let it go,
hard to find good in goodbye;
‘cause you know healing is slow.

Nothing stays forever but;
general outlines of memories stay,
and it runs right behind you;
all those colors of promises fade away.

© Shreya ♥
"You were scared, weren't you? Scared of closeness, exposing your scars and fresh wounds. Scared to reveal your soul and a strong desire for a soul to cling to. Scared of agony, emptiness and heartbreak. Despite that you fell, deep and irrevocably —then you attempted to get over and it saddened your heart to know that there's no getting over, only falling deeper. You went elusive, you lost the desire to be found. You assumed that would heal, but healing is a slow and long process. Sometimes, you don't heal —you just learn to embrace it, sometimes you know it's a one way road and you take it anyway. You realize, you were better as a kid 'cause everything seemed easy then and most importantly you were loved, unconditionally. You believe in general outlines, like basic thing defining a figure. Colors fade away, images lose identity but the outlines somehow guide you to recognize and help yourself to pick up and keep going. Worst you can do to somebody is to destroy the perception about love."
679 · Feb 2015
Sands Of Time
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Life is fleeting so fast; a year seems to be a minute,
I travel the paths of my dreams with handful of hope;
Oh this journey seems never to end,
like am lost in the labyrinth and there is no way to lope.

All I can feel is numb; as if life & death became friends,
I am confused whom to prefer, for am somewhere in the middle;
days & night pass on but am here with no where to go,
seems like am never gonna unfold this riddle.

As the pendulum swings; it takes me to the dark paths but divine,
Oh am trying to crawl back to life with the sands of time.

I wish I could hold the pendulum and never let it swing,
but the time passes by and I begin the countdown;
I donno what is gonna happen; cause
this is the untrodden path we have to travel on and on.

We born, live and die just for a shroud?
or for two meters of coffin to cover us?
We come and depart with no hope of coming back
seems like we the puppets of skin are things.

As the pendulum swings; it takes me to the dark paths but divine,
Oh am trying to crawl back to life with the sands of time.

© Shreya ♥
639 · Mar 2016
Money Games
Shreya Inks Mar 2016
22 new in the city;
big dreams, no money,
standing in endless queues for job;
dressed in old, holding degree.
Staying in a shoe-box;
street 16, opposite to a park,
with 4 figure salary;
missing spot, tryna make my mark.
Lost 6 in this city;
what they call that?
“rat race”, huh!
no feather in my hat.
Saving money for home;
****** up leave policy,
August at home finally;
but good times pass easy.
Extended hours at work;
but won’t extra pay me,
that’s my job they said;
can’t answer where’s my money.
Story 2 years later;
good job in a big company,
they said, nah not a great move;
***** now its 5 figures when they tax me.
Don’t even compare the numbers;
you don’t know that much math,
know you must hate me;
but I don’t give a ****, how’s that?
***** money games;
16 months didn’t see my family,
business replaced my priorities;
but numbers doesn’t make you happy.
Know now how **** works;
people are gonna judge ya,
they talk and won’t stop;
don’t worry your mama loves ya.
Struggle doesn’t end here;
the **** gets more real,
friends in 3 digits to say;
no one shows up when you fail.
Tell me I am an ice queen;
and I wish to be one,
world operates on numbers;
and I got none.

© Shreya ♥
“We at a point of time think money is all we need, and we plan our life that way. But happiness is another equation and money or any kind of number can’t balance it. See, numbers are for business and life ain’t business –so, sooner or later it doesn’t matter what’s your age, how much money you got, how many accounts you have, what’s your car model, how much is area of your house, what amount of luxury you possess, how many people liked (pretend to like) your photo on social media, how many trips you been to, what’s your height or weight. What matters is, are you happy? Because, happiness is something we create and you can be happy by reading a simple text and sometimes you can’t find happiness in 6 figure salary. I especially don’t like people who flaunt their stuff as status symbol. Anyone who reads Neruda, Murakami, Rumi, Bukowski, Sylvia Plath and remembers lines from their book is rich in my opinion. Or anyone, who treats people equally despite religion, cast, ****** orientation, color of skin, country, language, etc. You see, things can separate people in zillion ways.”
631 · Feb 2015
Every Time You Fall
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Pick yourself up;
fix your bleeding knees,
wipe away your tears;
look up for opportunities.

Even if you fall again;
fix your stumbled feet,
elbow out your fear;
begin again and repeat.

Every time you fall;
ignore the people tease,
set your sight on the goal;
let your insecurities release.

Take your steps ahead;
the goal is not so far,
don’t waste time looking back;
just believe in who you are.

Cross every hurdle with hope;
there’s less left to go,
make your faith stronger;
more than you ever know.

Every time you fall;
give a **** to your pain,
its all about blood sweat and tears;
give yourself a chance to try again.

© Shreya ♥
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