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628 · Feb 2015
Enigmatic Sorrow
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
They mould me into a human of clay;
under the layers of dust I lie,
and I envy the Almighty;
to Hell or to Heaven I signify?

Referring to eternity;
am I crafted to praise?
all the wonders I come across;
or to curse missed yesterdays.

Time spent goes to oblivion;
brings me enigmatic sorrow,
do they favor me;
gifting me another tomorrow.

No count of how much I owe;
how much do they bless me,
moulding me into a mortal being;
of unknown eternity.

Do I really belong;
to the universe of dust,
to live once they say;
I should die first.

So how many times I have to die;
and go through such enigmatic sorrow,
to feel immense pleasure;
and owe no eternal woe.

~Shreya
P.S. My creation, please do not copy | © Protected | Image: Google
P.P.S. Work Of Oblivion
“Ever wondered, when everything is perfect like you couldn’t ask for anything else but you’re still lost like longing for something you’re yet to name, yet to explore –that time is now. You’re wrapped with infinite despair, heart wrenching pain that’s devouring you inch by inch. The grand ennui leads you to oblivion; light is absorbed into that oblivion where all your fears reside. Your fears fly back to you on the wings of wind. Darkness, confirms that there was light –once, and you long even more. Reality stabs you even harder and deeper, your spine sends shiver –you’re cold, lost in an empty hallway. Echoes of silence scare you and you want to hide behind the curtains. Sometimes, such enigmatic sorrow is like a nightmare or your last dare to fight back. Your innocence is lost, you are big and all you want is to go back being a kid again.”
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Boy I close my eyes and dream 'bout you everyday,
when I open my eyes they shatter and tears flow 'em away,
all these things I wanna letcha know,
but am afraid of your answer and I just can't letcha go,
I never wanna all these things get over,
'cuz you are more than a friend, less than a lover.

When I strum the guitar; I wish you could hear,
I write only about you; no one else, I swear.
Boy you cut me to the core;
and its only you; I adore.
I can't breathe when you come closer;
'cuz you are more than a friend, less than a lover.

I donno why I fall for you every time?
me a **** and you a sublime.
I know you ain't after me;
my heart is the only place you'd rather be.
All day long your thoughts hover;
'cuz you are more than a friend, less than a lover.

You gimme butterflies every time I see you come;
your every touch makes me go so numb.
Now people call me crazy,
and all your thoughts make me go dizzy.
I have kept all these feelings under cover;
'cuz you are more than a friend, less than a lover.

I go into pieces whenever you try me swerve;
even a single girl around you gets me on my nerve.
You are on my mind 24x7,
and it makes me feel like heaven.
I want you to be mine forever;
'cuz you are more than a friend, less than a lover.

© Shreya ♥
586 · Feb 2015
The Final Cut
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
You cut me to the core and,
I bleed, but I love the scars;
they remind me of you to adore and,
I make wishes on shooting stars.


Oh! Am lost in you completely,
I won't regret if there is no tomorrow;
am just happy to have you around me,
and I can feel there is no sorrow.


I fall for you; donno how?
I feel smell of your perfume, it lingers;
and hope you feel the same now,
I close my eyes and cross my fingers.


Oh! I can't fall in love again,
'cause I know its the final cut;
I hold your memories even in pain,
they make me feel keep going but;
you don't wanna understand, how can I explain?
baby I can't help it 'cause its the final cut.


I've caught myself smiling alone,
thinking of you and your voice;
I feel so good when you flash up on my phone,
Oh! I am left with no other choice.


When we laugh together,
everything seems to be alright;
I want you to be with me forever,
'cause you make my world so bright.


So I make a little prayer,
I hope my wishes will heal my heart;
and you will find me right there,
where I was; until the death do us part.


Oh! I can't fall in love again,
'cause I know its the final cut;
I hold your memories even in pain,
they make me feel keep going but;
you don't wanna understand, how can I explain?
baby I can't help it 'cause its the final cut.

© Shreya ♥
581 · Feb 2015
Tormented
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
I just wanna walk away;
from this world and be alone,
where my shadow couldn’t chase me;
and I stay hidden in the world of my own.

I don’t wanna go back;
to the world so rude,
surrounded by fair weather *****;
‘cause it hurts to the core so brute.

I don’t wanna argue anymore;
they’ve got devil’s advocate,
they’ve got power of bribe and lie;
and I gotta be satisfied with my fantasy faith.
why is everything so complicated?
makes me feel all I am is tormented.

how do they convince themselves?
to be such a heart stone,
back stabbing and be so mean;
is what it takes to be the one.

It bleeds me to think;
the fight is the world versus me,
all I have is handful of hope;
praying for more going by my knee(s).

I don’t wanna argue anymore;
they’ve got devil’s advocate,
they’ve got power of bribe and lie;
and I gotta be satisfied with my fantasy faith.
why is everything so complicated?
makes me feel all I am is tormented.

© Shreya ♥
574 · Feb 2015
Heart Shaped Box
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Oh it feels like love has finally found me;
and I find myself unable to escape anymore,
but am still tryna walk away from it;
with bleeding knees, hurt so sore.

You are there in every thought that passes by;
like a cruel king you conquer my mind,
I wanna travel oceans with you but;
I donno I'll follow you or I'll be left behind.

So temme what to do with this heart shaped box?
where once you lived but now where nostalgia knocks.


Come and see it floating;
and tossed between violent waves of calamities,
will it ever swim outta it;
or it will be a victim of missed opportunities?

I scratched your name, as it belongs to you;
am gonna give it to you without anything in return,
and I want you to make it work like before;
or else fire it and let it burn.

Or temme what to do with this heart shaped box?
for no longer its mine, as after you it walks.

© Shreya ♥
When people ask me from where do I get ideas for poems, I tell them: a little bird tells me.
562 · Feb 2015
Flawed
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Some are angels some are demons;
guess angels possess flaws too,
and like everyone else in this world;
why couldn’t I possess few.

A heart broke and no one heard;
but they complain for all I broke,
how uneven to have no count;
of the promises that faded like smoke.

Guess that’s the accepted law;
they magnify it when you are flawed,
though I accept it with dignity;
for I believe, so is the God.

They forget the favors that are due;
they pretend they’ve got no clue,
I witnessed some dreams come true;
I believe world’s not that bad though.

Let your fears scream loud;
hear ‘em echo all around,
forget your scars, attempt to fly;
lift your feet off the ground.

‘cause guess that’s the accepted law;
you can’t be perfect unless you’re flawed,
reveal your scars, let it heal;
for I believe, so is the God.

“Being flawed is original, remember –this world dies for original”.

~Shreya ♥
P.S. My creation, please do not copy | © Protected |
P.P.S. A Random Thought
“They said am flawed, I was tempted to say how about having a look at yourself. But how insanely stupid it would be to show a mirror to a person who doesn't recognizes his own reflection rather complains that the mirror is not clean. I do have flaws, but who doesn't? I am irrevocably in love with my flaws and scars –they are abysmally mine.”
557 · Feb 2015
Not Gonna Fix It
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Everyday I sleep with a broken heart,
hoping for next day to be better;
but days keep passing on like always,
and I keep on posting Lord, my prayer letter(s).
Morning comes with dawn chorus and sunshine,
reminding me there is a chance to mend it;
but it hurts when I try to put broken pieces together,
and again pieces of my heart goes to split.

So am not gonna fix it again,
'cause I know the result is gonna be same;
better learn to live with a broken heart,
rather fixing it and getting it broken apart.

Evening comes with beautiful sunset(s),
teaching me the sun also goes down;
but again I get drowned in the streams of regret,
looking at the broken pieces around.
Night comes with silence and darkness,
telling me everything comes to the end;
I put my hands back-head curling back to loneliness,
again thinking of the chances of my heart to mend.

So am not gonna fix it again,
'cause I know the result is gonna be same;
better learn to live with a broken heart,
rather fixing it and getting it broken apart.

© Shreya ♥
552 · Feb 2015
Compromise
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Come and stand on my side;
count those missed opportunities,
and wonder why should I stand still;
being a victim of cursed calamities.

Walk with me those untrodden ways;
lost in the shadows of misfortune,
put your hands around my waist;
and dance on that echoing solitude tune.

All this is just a dream;
like those floating azure skies,
could it ever be real or;
its gonna be a part of compromise?

Why I gotta be the one;
whose happiness walks on broken glass?
and bleeds as the wound of expectations;
of which the pain seems not to pass.

Could you wait for me;
till all my wounds turn into scars?
or I gotta join my hands;
and make a wish on shooting stars?

All this is just a dream;
that keeps growing in size,
could it ever be real or;
its gonna be a part of compromise?

© Shreya ♥
541 · Feb 2015
Joker
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Here I am in patched colorful dress;
with a red round nose and a big painted smile,
flaunting my fake expressions and people laugh;
on my joke and the way I act for a while.

The world looks dangerous from the stage;
I carry the burden of the dunce cap,
nobody looks beyond the fakes;
I know I gotta smile even if I got a slap.

I am a joker, I make people laugh;
they pay me for what I make them feel,
and I get paid to hide my sorrows;
pretending I am on my way to heal.

I may have a funny face;
and I make others laugh so deep,
but nobody makes me laugh in return;
when I am hurt and secretly weep.

They come to see me make them laugh;
a ticket and few hours is all it costs,
I laugh even without any reason;
no matter if I am going through the worst odds.

I am a joker, I make people laugh;
the day I’ll tell them my sorrows they’ll leave,
this is how this world works;
so I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve(s).

© Shreya ♥
537 · May 2016
Piece Of Me
Shreya Inks May 2016
You know it’s hard sometimes;
to love someone with all of your heart,
loving is bliss and curse same time;
and it hurts to have it torn apart.

We slip tears over the pillow;
threw head back to the laughs,
we have these memories;
in the words and photographs.

I whispered don’t go;
but you had to go home,
said I’ll miss you, remember;
I kissed you through the phone.

You’ve left on the nineteenth;
a little piece of me is where your heart is,
under that jacket you wore that morning;
the way I could miss someone is this.

Same old me and a whole new week;
but you can keep that piece of me,
tell me how this distance feels;
since you flew to west of the country.

I thought it will be same;
with you or without,
telling you a secret, keep it safe;
now I guess I doubt.

I’ll remember how you kissed me;
on the streets and by the lake side,
am bad at telling all this;
so I am just content when I hide.

You’ve left on the nineteenth;
a little piece of me is where your heart is,
under that jacket you wore that morning;
the way I could miss someone is this.

© Shreya ♥
"You don't know what you've got till it's gone."
530 · Feb 2015
Fading Like A Shadow
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Can hear the echoes of silence;
shadows are stealing the light,
walk me home, I am alone;
lost in the middle of the night.

Don’t know which way to go;
losing sense of control,
no one to tell what to do;
opposed by my own soul.

Leaving no proof of existence;
am fading like a shadow,
this world seems not enough;
wish could escape outta window.

Sleepless nights that haunts;
scary long wandering hours,
deepest thoughts; never expressed,
that passed while staring at the stars.

All I can sense is numb;
can feel nothing at all,
wanna pretend am flying;
for a while, when I fall.

Leaving no proof of existence;
am fading like a shadow,
this world seems not enough;
wish could escape outta window.

© Shreya ♥
518 · Feb 2015
Death's Complaint
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Eftsoons* at my door someone came;
I eagerly asked the name,
I listened the name as death;
I feared and paused my breath.

She quoth* don't fear;
oh my innocent dear,
I am not thy* foe;
I have a great woe.

I asked but what thou* woe is?
replied she; just guess,
I was unable to know;
she wanted something to show.

She quoth please tell me why;
when I am near; people cry,
she quoth please tell me why;
people pray when I am nigh*.

I quoth they fear of thou;
but they don't know,
that thou are just a phase of life;
but they don't want to strife.

© Shreya ♥
I have used old english words like eftsoons= once upon a time, quoth= said, thou= you, thy= your, nigh= near in time. This was written by me in grade 10.
510 · Feb 2015
Shadows Of Solitude
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
I just wanna be alone;
in the world of my own,
away from people –heart stone;
I know I gotta reap what I’ve sown.

I wanna escape somehow;
and travel those untrodden ways ,
where nobody knows me;
and I’ll spend some nomadic days.

I walk the paths of loneliness;
away from the world –so brute,
I donno which way to go now;
and I follow the shadows of solitude.

Nobody cares, neither care I;
and it doesn't hurt me anymore,
‘cause I know how to deal with it;
I don’t let it reach my core.

Its been so long, nobody asked ‘bout me;
why do I care ‘bout the people around?
I gotta be happy with what I am;
I’ll too forget them like I’ve never known.

So I will keep going on;
against the world –so rude,
It doesn’t exist for me anymore;
and I follow the shadows of solitude.

© Shreya ♥
506 · Feb 2015
Dear Dad
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
While learning to walk countless times I fell,
you picked me up and wiped my tears;
made me stand and watched me run;
stole all my unshared fears.
Witnessed many fairs on your shoulders,
on those arms I swung many times;
slept every night on your lap,
having you beside me whispering those rhymes.
Chocolates, balloons and teddies,
dollhouse and those toy guns;
I used to cry only for broken toys,
and you used to get me better ones.
Miss watching cartoons and sports together,
and cheering for favourite team;
miss that race between us,
and that winner’s scream.

I grew up and left home back,
with some cherished memories I got;
will be back soon dear dad,
‘cause nothing can replace you, no matter what.

Taught me to ride the bike,
with bleeding knees I came to you;
you kissed my pain away,
and I started to begin all new.
Your love-turned-anger,
when I used to come home late;
was again a sign of care,
and a symbol that you are tired to wait.
Every scream followed after nightmares,
you heard in the middle of night;
did not know to sing but sang me lullaby,
till I forgot them and felt alright.
Got me everything I pointed my finger at,
sacrificed your dreams to pursue mine;
how much it takes be the one like that,
I shall hear through the grapevine.

I grew up and left home back,
with some cherished memories I got;
will be back soon dear dad,
‘cause nothing can replace you, no matter what.

“Listen to me, kitten. Win or lose, you’ll always be a princess to me.” ―Kiera Cass, The Selection

© Shreya ♥
“I have never been a material girl. My father always told me never to love anything that cannot love you back.”  –Imelda Marcos
496 · Feb 2015
The Eve
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
After a long time I saw the sunset in the sky;
felt the wind passing by,
witnessed the birds flying back to the nest;
and I walked the empty streets hoping for the best.

I switched off my phone,
just to be in the realm of my own;
and I took the un-trodden road,
to escape the big town crowd.

Echoes of silence, I perceive;
and I just had a beautiful eve.

Shining dew drops on the grass blades;
looks beautiful until the light fades,
with the bare feet I walk the meadow;
accompanied by my shadow.

I return home with tired soul;
near yet far from my goal,
the Crescent moon holding stars;
relieves all my hidden scars.

All this brings me the joy I believe;
and I just had a beautiful eve.

© Shreya ♥
489 · Feb 2015
Between Us
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Hey temme do you remember me;
how is your life been since am out,
do I cross your mind even for a while;
do you still care what love is all about.

I saw you today passing by;
you were busy laughing on phone,
I wanted to call you once but;
I thought the time has gone, long gone.

You have become a stranger in my life;
I just donno what went wrong,
there is nothing left between us;
still your memories cross my heart all day long.

You donno but I try to follow you;
no matter where you go I’ll be around,
I may pretend I don’t recognize you;
but I can find you even in the crowd.

If by chance, we can talk;
I’ll answer all your question you have,
and you gotta answer mine;
and decide if you still wanna leave.

I promise I won’t spill the beans;
I’ll pretend to be a stranger to you;
it will all be between us;
all your secrets old and new.

© Shreya ♥
488 · Feb 2015
Puppets Of Skin
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
War is when it costs blood for a drop of oil;
and echoes of gun-shots replace sound of peace,
when people die for handful of soil,
and it feels like it is never gonna cease.

When it paints the world red;
and colors seem to be stolen by shadow,
when every mother’s son is on deathbed,
and people still refuse to make a bow.

Then begins the end of conscience;
leaving regret and guilt locked within,
making us helpless to survive the existence,
and we feel like being ruled as puppets of skin.

When the end comes and it chokes the breath;
and people dare to come out with blood-shot eyes,
when it fears to stand even in right direction;
your heart screams for wrong decision and denies.

When it takes courage to laugh;
and its seems hard to begin again,
when the end divides heart into two,
and it leaves you to die in pain.

Then you beg for another chance;
and time laughs like a cruel king,
but there is no option to back off;
and we feel like being ruled as puppets of skin.

© Shreya ♥
485 · Feb 2015
Three Bottles Down
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Bae guess you don’t know;
know won’t believe though,
though it’s hard to tell you;
****, what am gonna do.

Well, am outta my mind;
you've got me almost blind,
you’re one of a kind;
Gawd, am I gonna left behind?

It’s three in morning and;
‘am three bottles down,
don’t remember anything but you;
and wishing you’re around.
Reading old texts;
scrolling down the photographs,
hangover isn't through;
missing those silly laughs.

Oh it feels like paradise;
**** your smile, your eyes,
do you ever realize;
you've got me hypnotize.

You make my demons dance;
angels cry for missed romance,
‘bout the failed plans;
bae, is there a chance.

It’s three in morning and;
‘am three bottles down,
forgot everything not you;
and wishing you’re around.
Reading old texts;
scrolling down the photographs,
hangover isn't through;
missing those silly laughs.

~Shreya
P.S. My creation, please do not copy | © Protected | Image: Google
P.P.S. Work Of Fiction!
"I like you and am saying this when am three bottles down. I can hardly stand my feet; hardly can see anything other than you going away like in rear mirror view and disappearing into fog. Its 3 a.m. and all I have on my mind is you. ****! I was high this time, than I ever was. I missed you; I certainly lost being myself but definitely didn’t miss to think about you. Gawd! that’s not good, scares the hell outta me. The more I thought ‘bout you, the more high I became. You’re the strongest of ‘em all and I guess the hangover of you will never pass."
468 · Feb 2015
No More Like Before
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
I can walk alone like before;
'am strong enough to let you go,
I don't feel the way before;
you're no more good to adore,
So I'll throw your pictures on the floor;
I'll leave that room, locking the door.

'cause you are no more like before;
You forgot about the things you swore.

Let it rain, let it pour;
I'll cure my heart; you left so sore,
Yeah 'am gonna fix my heart you tore;
I don't wanna be with you anymore;
I am gonna be alright, I can assure.
I'll leave your memories out my core,

'cause you are no more like before;
You forgot about the things you swore.

© Shreya ♥
464 · Feb 2015
Captain Of My Heart
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
I wish I could get a guy who make me smile,
the one who never leave my heart fragile;
the one who make me feel juvenile,
who stay loyal with me right from the start;
and I will call him the captain of my heart.

I wish I could get a guy who could sing me a song,
the one  who make me feel so strong;
the one who accepts me even when I am wrong,
the one who never break me apart;
and I will call him the captain of my heart.

I wish I could get a guy who lend me his shoulder to cry,
the one whose presence make me feel fly so high;
one who save all my roses even when they turn dry,
one who don't count my success on the chart;
and I will call him the captain of my heart.

I wish I could get a guy who don't ask me a change,
the one who perfectly fix my broken heart and arrange;
with whom all my sorrows and happiness I could exchange,
the one who is master in this art;
and I will call him the captain of my heart.

I wish I could get a guy who could buy me happiness;
who is a charming prince and make me his princess,
the one who takes away all my stress;
the one who love me till death do us part,
and I will call him the captain of my heart.

© Shreya ♥
462 · Feb 2015
Mirrors
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
There's a tornado of scars in my chest;
growing big every inch as time passes by,
by the time agony comes to rest;
it’s gonna be the time for final goodbye.

Time is a misleading thing to measure;
expectations still feel like French wine,
what are we left with to treasure;
when you hear your flaws from grapevine.

With the facts that I knew;
dared to have a look yet refrain,
mirrors heal and hurt too;
with a handful of feelings, so profane.

To find a mirror that satisfies;
ages passed but I still believe,
I shall find in those deep eyes;
that don't know how to grieve.

Magic exists they say;
only if you wish to see,
well I longed for it every day;
un-witnessed, prolonged it could be.

With the facts untrue;
against my wish I'd find,
mirrors heal and hurt too;
if they can't see, they're blind.

~Shreya
P.S. My creation, please do not copy | © Protected | Image: Google
P.P.S. Work Of Fiction!
"Mirrors don't lie, they reflect what they see. They are balanced equation, as they receive to give. But what if mirrors lie, manipulate the outcome and satisfy the master. Lies heal sometimes, assumptions give courage and reflections sometimes perfectly destroy the expectations. We look for what we want to see, and what if mirrors show exactly what we want to see, superimpose the flaws to strengthen the belief that flaws are beauty marks? Could there ever be a magic mirror that could satisfy the profound hunger of narcissism? May be, may be in somebody's eyes."
456 · Feb 2015
Fly
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Fly
There is sky out there;
painted in blue so bright,
it’s endless, all yours;
give up the fight.

Grow above the boundaries;
dare to see the other side,
break the chains of insecurities;
that scares you inside.

Set yourself free; lift your feet and fly,
world ain’t that bad, look that azure sky.

You may stumble;
it may knock you down,
but you gotta start again;
to rise from the ground.

There gotta be people;
who will laugh and stare,
for every time you fall;
gotta get up and shift the gear.

So set yourself free; lift your feet and fly,
world ain’t that bad, look that azure sky.

© Shreya ♥
“You wanna fly, you got to give up the **** that weighs you down.” ―Toni Morrison
455 · Feb 2015
New Year
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
New year is on the wings of the wind,
best wishes from dear ones are around;
I wish them too and hope for the best,
looks like last year's episode has rebound.

New resolutions to make; plans to work,
time to learn from old and step in new;
Chuck those odds and kick out the pain,
reasons for joy are big and to be sad are few.

Speakers are on and dance floor is waiting,
new year wishes flashing on my phone;
I'll put my hands up and party all night,
its great to know that I won't be alone.

Its time to say goodbye to this year,
and welcome the new one up next in line;
so welcome it with open arms and smile,
with those moves and glasses of wine.

Hey new year bring happiness with you,
you're gonna be another chapter of my life;
sweep in gently and rock my world,
you're welcome, c'mon gimme a hi five.

© Shreya ♥
455 · Feb 2015
Sweetest Encounter
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Your smile that reaches your eyes;
eyes; where all the beauty lies,
lips that sets a curve so deep;
curve; that marks dimples in your cheek.

The smell of your body lingers;
hold my hand and lock the fingers,
ever since I am wishing for a chance;
have been lost in imaginary romance.

Decoding the conspiracy of time;
ours was the sweetest encounter; sublime,
you've no idea of what you've done;
not sure of your heart, but I've got none.

Wherever I go, want you to be along;
how strange is it to find you in every song,
wonders me to get me dreaming of a kiss;
and be a part of the perpetual bliss.

Yet to name the bond we share;
accept it when you secretly care,
words may not fit well to explain;
the amount of pleasure and pain.

Decoding the conspiracy of time;
ours was the sweetest encounter; sublime,
you've no idea of what you've done;
not sure of your heart, but I've got none.

~Shreya ♥
P.S. My creation, please do not copy | © Protected |
P.P.S. Work Of Fiction
"How strange is it to meet somebody unexpectedly, and get to know they're all you need. Their eyes makes you wanna lose yourself and they are completely clueless of what they've done. You can't blame, it’s like the perfect crime, like the favorite mistake you always wanted to be part of. At a point of time, when you are running out of plans -Universe takes over to plan something you can't ignore, it is always there to conspire."
455 · Feb 2015
Life Is..
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Life is a mixture of happiness and sorrow,
its right here right now, no tomorrow;
it can become full of pleasure and joy,
if we stop telling a lie.

Life is a hard battle,
which starts from cradle;
which ends in the grave,
who wins it, is titled brave.

Life is just a game,
Which has no particular name;
in which we can win,
if we stop doing sin.

Life is like a leaf,
some are alone, some are in heap;
when it will fall; no one knows,
but when one falls the other one grows.

Life is like a test,
people remember the one who performs best;
no place for the one who will fail,
no matter how much he burnt midnight oil.

Enjoy it before you die,
this is a stage, don’t shy;
complete your wishes before you depart,
for there is no other start.

© Shreya ♥
455 · Feb 2015
Heart Is..
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Everybodys' heart has been broken at least once;
I am sure it was of those who took chance,
its better to live with a broken heart;
rather than waiting for something to start.

Heart ain't a glass to replace when it breaks;
its something made of feelings it takes,
its a corner to submit all feelings;
some play with it and some save it like diamond rings.

I wish I could get two hearts;
'cause mine is broken into many parts,
I didn't bleed when it was shattered;
few tears were out but for no one it mattered.

There is no market where hearts are mend;
it will still have a scar no matter how much you spend,
its something that runs with feelings not material things;
people play with it but can't heal the pain it brings.

Heart is heart, it was made to be broken;
and people leave it unspoken,
oh, its a tragedy and it kills no end;
whole life goes searching a chance for it to mend.

© Shreya ♥
454 · Feb 2015
Ninth Circle Of Hell
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Do you know what hurts the most?
its being so near to somebody still feeling so far,
and they are always in your prayers;
and you feel broken like a shooting star.


It has been broken, hurt and cheated;
still somehow it works,
what do I care for if its not gonna workout;
feels like everytime from my door happiness lurks.


I was so stupid, on the thorns of love I fell;
I bleed still I walked the paths where love never dwell,
it was when you left me in the ninth circle of hell;
so am not gonna buy the love that somebody else wanna sell.


Am not gonna wait for you any long;
'cause I know you ain't gonna come again,
even if you'll come back, I'll slam door at your face;
'cause I can't take it anymore, just leave me in pain.


So am not gonna care about anything;
I'll pretend like I am okay,
don't temme what to feel like;
'cause am not gonna please you to stay.


I was so stupid, on the thorns of love I fell;
I bleed still I walked the paths where love never dwell,
it was when you left me in the ninth circle of hell;
so am not gonna buy the love that somebody else wanna sell.

© Shreya ♥
451 · Feb 2015
I-N-C-O-M-P-L-E-T-E
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Life has been rude to me since you've been gone;
no one has walked in my life, and 'am all alone,
when I think of you, I think where did I gone wrong;
its hard for me now to stay that strong,
boy, you come everyday in my dreams to meet;
all this makes me feel so I-N-C-O-M-P-L-E-T-E.

I don't look back now, neither I hold your memories;
its just a phase I know it will go away like breeze,
and I will remove your picture from my locket;
I will burn your love letters; I keep in my pocket,
I will never call you and all your texts I'll delete;
all this makes me feel so I-N-C-O-M-P-L-E-T-E.

I will be okay like I used to be before;
I will learn to heal my heart that is so sore,
this feeling is so hard for me to resist;
I will never talk of love if  it does not exist,
I will never think of the way you used to greet;
all this makes me feel so I-N-C-O-M-P-L-E-T-E.

I will return all your gifts you brought me;
I will be fine as before and I'll be free,
I am not gonna cry for you anymore;
no matter if it aches me to the core,
Its just a bad time, and I know soon it will fleet;
all this makes me feel so I-N-C-O-M-P-L-E-T-E.

I will bite my tongue whenever I'll see you come;
I'll turn around my way like I have never known,
I know that part of my heart will never be okay;
its life and some wounds never heal, they stay,
I know I have to walk this one way street;
all this makes me feel so I-N-C-O-M-P-L-E-T-E.

© Shreya ♥
444 · Feb 2015
Empty Spaces
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Blood shot eyes and sleepless nights;
am crawling back to loneliness,
in those dark streets of memories;
choosing to dump myself in silence,
where I go numb or feel less;
and figure out this enigmatic sadness.

Yearning resides in the darkest corner;
empty spaces haunt me to the core,
as it yawns in the middle of night;
and echoes loud at my door,
it absorbs me like a demon came alive;
leaves me paralysed yet unsure.

All alone, on my own;
with my shadow walking by my side,
isolated thinking filling up my mind;
I reveal my scars; don’t wanna hide,
yeah they are somewhere still alive;
they are deep, hidden inside.

Yearning resides in the darkest corner;
empty spaces haunt me to the core,
as it yawns in the middle of night;
and echoes loud at my door,
it absorbs me like a demon came alive;
leaves me paralyzed yet unsure.

© Shreya ♥
“Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?” –Haruki Murakami
441 · Feb 2015
What If I Die?
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
What if I die? They will box me singing a sad song;
I know I won't say in their hearts for any long.
They will pray for me saying rest in peace,
and my soul in the hands of Lord will be set to release.

What if I die? Candles will be lighted around me;
there will be no pain, no fear and I will be free.
Lord will submit me in His arms;
and I will be saved from hurts and harms.

What if I die? I will be framed on the wall;
no one will miss me for whatever befall.
I know I won't be in their talks anymore,
for no one will think of me to adore.

What if I die? For all it will never matter;
for some it would be sad, for some it would be better.
People will forget me within a day or two,
will my friends miss me like the way I do?

What if I die? They will forget my name;
and it will be okay for me, no lame.
I will be only in photographs and pages;
for nobody is gonna turn them for ages.

© Shreya ♥
441 · Feb 2015
Cry Me A River
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
There is something that makes me feel sad;
I donno what but it hurts so bad,
I just wanna be alone and cry out;
I guess this is what life’s all about.

Tears do cover my eyes;
they come from where my pain lies,
it completely drains my tears;
and surrounds me with unknown fears.

I donno what is wrong;
is it something I shouldn’t but I came along?
I know I’d promised I’ll smile forever;
but I’ve to ask, cry me a river.

Bring me back to the life again;
all my joy away from the pain,
I donno what to do of the promises; I kept?
so make me cry out till no more tears are left.

I keep rolling in the bed;
nobody cares about the tears I shed,
why then it bothers me?
I feel stupid for all this to be.

What do I do?
It tears my heart through,
every time I think I’ll never;
but I’ve to ask, cry me a river.

© Shreya ♥
440 · Feb 2015
Two Moons
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
‘Am gonna drive long tonight;
to a place where I am alone,
I’ll play gothic metal loud;
and turn off my phone.

The rear mirror view shows me traffic;
gonna drive till it disappears away,
till the city sleeps and lights go dim;
and buy a bottle of whisky on the way.

So don’t call me and don’t ask me why;
gonna drink till I see two moons in the sky.

Its an awesome weather now;
just wish if it could rain,
so that I can pretend I am crying;
and I cry till my tears drain.

Music is set on loop;
crowd is disappearing in rear mirror,
I guess am close to my destination;
where I could scream and no one to bother.

So don’t call me and don’t ask me why;
gonna drink till I see two moons in the sky.

© Shreya ♥
435 · Feb 2015
Forget You
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
I saw you today laughing with her;
I know you caught me staring you,
you’ve moved on and I am still there;
This ain’t no surprise you’ve got somebody new.

Must be happy with your girl;
for she is beautiful; ‘am happy for you,
don’t care ‘bout me, am gonna be okay;
‘cause I have some of my friends who care me too.

Would have been stupid to think;
we’re gonna be together again,
how stupid of me to think this way;
I gotta forget you, getcha outta my brain.

I’ll buy a ring and flaunt it;
to pretend I am happy in my world too,
for some stupid reason I gotta do this;
so that it doesn’t anymore bother you.

I can feel the emptiness around me;
that grows everyday around,
I gotta learn live with it;
and get my feet back to the ground.

Sounds stupid to tell;
I imagined two of us to be again,
I know its not gonna work now;
so I gotta forget you, no more insane.

© Shreya ♥
435 · Feb 2015
Without You
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
You claim that you miss me;
and I believe you,
I know you might not sure;
and it might not be true.

Life’s been good;
and everything is just fine,
temme how are you?
as it’s been a long time.

Life’s not bad without you;
and am not that sad,
I still wanna live all new;
though something inside feels bad.

Though I’ve got a feeling;
that something is not alright,
and I am done now;
no longer wish to fight.

You’ve got your own world;
and am on my way to get mine,
whatever was there between us;
just seems to fade along with time.

Life’s not bad without you;
and am not that sad,
I still wanna live all new;
though something inside feels bad.

© Shreya ♥
431 · Feb 2015
You Are A Dream
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Waking up with your dreams;
makes me slip into your memories,
you conquer my mind and;
it chills me to the bone, I freeze.  

Donno when did you got all the rights;
to reach and open my heart,
boy you play with it and mess it up;
I donno how to mend, temme where to start.

Your one thought is enough;
to drag me to wherever you are,
I may pretend I don’t know you;
but you are a dream, so far.

Every time you stare me and smile,
it makes me feel my world alright;
you are a song on my guitar;
that I like to play every night.

You are a tear in my eyes;
a whisper a smile and a sigh,
some how you complete me;
and I just can not deny.

Your one thought is enough;
to make a wish on the shooting star,
though it was not answered;
yeah you are a dream, so far.

© Shreya ♥
431 · Feb 2015
You Are Not Alone
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
You find darkness everywhere,
scared and lost in despair;
the air that you breathe,
feels heavier bathed in greed;
and you're choke,
for the promises that were broke;
at times you wish to die,
can't tell the truth, don't want to lie;
some dreams undone,
fears that were never won;
secret desire within,
that perfect sin;
someone's pretty smile,
becomes your happiness for a while;
songs sung in whisper,
Cupid hit you even deeper;
sigh on someone's shoulder,
your idea to get older;
happiness shared with few,
when you're broke no one knew;
long sleepless hours,
time that you curse;
have been jealous at times,
lead to sweetest crimes;
tears that fall,
nobody noticed at all;
darkest corner where you hide,
when pain yawns from inside;
you give up all to chance,
choose to hide and dance;
try to cherish the solitude,
you care but act rude;
miss someone but can't call,
attitude matters after all;
your prolonged happiness,
that favorite dress;
the anger profound,
unexpressed, often around;
some decisions done on mood,
some wrong, some good;
the rare respect,
resides within, people suspect;
all those things that scare,
your stumbled dare;
memories you miss,
lost faded bliss;
some hard work unrewarded,
failure made you feel dead;
for a while shook your belief,
dumped you in grief;
your countless dreams,
those imaginary realms;
expected delayed holidays,
lazy, unplanned Sundays;
crazy funny fantasies,
midnight cakes and candies;
astound nightmares,
followed by scream and prayers;
wishes whispered in silence,
desire to turn ‘em real once;
Well you are not alone,
we all feel the same;
some unsaid,
some yet to name.

~Shreya ♥
P.S. My creation, please do not copy | © Protected |
P.P.S. Hope y’all can relate well with this one.
“We all are same –be it anger, joy, sadness, pain, pleasure, love, crush, secret, fear, dream, desire, respect. We all have an account of all these, little or more. Universe is no new place; it’s within –deep down. Lean a little low and find it right there. It conspires great incidences, prejudiced decisions. Pending thoughts lost to oblivion search a mind to convey the message. We are so one, so not agreed upon, so individual having an entity of own. We are not alone –just an illusion of not being a part of huge masses, not present where presence and absence have no account –a space un-welcomed.”
429 · Feb 2015
The Way I Am
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
I am no princess, stop treating like one;
you've been extra nice to me,
is this the way you are or;
is this something I couldn't see?

You are good in all the ways;
it’s me who could't match you,
I wonder what’s there in me;
that makes you continue?

No matter how much complicated I sound;
you've asked me to stay the same,
I stumble to tell who am I;
have you accepted me the way I am?

You've guessed me almost right;
but I still have to figure you out,
for you know the most of me;
and I've no idea of what you’re all about.

You're a mystery to unfold;
wrapped in the layers of secret,
the more I try the complicated it becomes;
making me feel like losing a bet.

You don't complain about anything;
no matter how much I've given you the blame,
this is what bothers me to ask;
have you accepted me the way I am?

© Shreya ♥
426 · Feb 2015
Scars
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
I run through my life;
bare feet on the sands of time,
tryna hold the best moments;
which were abysmally mine.

Past seems to be beautiful;
present is a struggle I gotta win,
future scares me to the core;
and this is the world I live in.

There were times I fought alone;
and made wishes on shooting stars,
buried in the corner of my heart;
and all they’ve given me is scars.

The distance between dreams & me;
peels my wounds to the reality,
they bleed and aches so deep;
and I try to cover it with fantasy.

Seems like I am completely lost;
and there is no way out,
I feel locked in the vicious circle;
no one comes to help and I scream loud.

I gotta get out of this;
gotta play my sorrows on guitar(s),
no matter if it tears me apart;
I gotta live with these scars.

© Shreya ♥
426 · Feb 2015
Where I Belong?
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
I am running for the rat race,
without knowing where this way goes;
every road brings me unexpected hurdles,
I fall and pick myself up with bleeding toes.

Oh! this journey seems never to end,
I feel tired but I fix my knees and run again;
people around me try to elbow me out,
I stumble and keep running in the pain.

I may be right, I may be wrong;
Oh Lord! Temme where I belong?

The road am running, leads to the crossroads,
and I donno which way to choose;
and imma find out where to step,
but I donno whether I’ll win or lose.

God knows where I’ll be reaching,
and I can feel myself wounded so deep;
but I still carry on, ‘cause I have no option,
I feel hurt and the pain keeps me away from sleep.

I am fragile and feel no more strong;
Oh Lord! Temme where I belong?

© Shreya ♥
425 · Feb 2015
You’re Beautiful Too
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
When you smile;
that curve for a while,
makes your eyes twinkle;
like youth peeked out of every wrinkle,
no matter you belong to which race;
you've got a pretty face.

When you cry;
when somebody asks you deny,
and the tears that fall;
looks like the best pearls of all,
and the way they shine;
like diamonds, sublime.

When you raise your brows in surprise;
with questions in your eyes,
uncertainty could be this great;
I've never imagined of that,
and then it comes back to normal;
like someone has answered it all.

When you miss someone, lost deep;
try hard but can't sleep,
unaware you're beautiful too;
and you want 'em to adore you,
well, you must be someone's bliss;
may not be the one you often miss.

When anger turns you tough;
for the hidden love that isn't enough,
you mess up your face, unseen;
battling inside; keeping outside serene,
for those eyes I can read;
longing for the return love you feed.

When you're scared;
realized nobody cared,
with a huge lump in throat;
trying to fix the fear you've got,
look great when you fight;
with the demons inside.

When you are asleep;
adoring innocence you keep,
unintended like a child;
even admired by blind,
makes even narcissist believe;
in the beauty you perceive.

When you are mischief;
like child in you knows no grief,
you don't care of black and white;
of what's wrong and right,
you play with little demon in you;
believe me you're beautiful too.

~Shreya
P.S. My creation, please do not copy | © Protected |
P.P.S. Work Of Fiction!
"You know you're beautiful the way you are. Beauty is at its best when you don't try to be beautiful. No matter what race you belong to, you're black or white, tall or short, fat or thin. There's always somebody who's crazy about you for the way you are. Crazy not about your body, but about the one in it. Stay same –laugh, cry, express anger and wonder, yawn, go mischievous -all the time you look great."
425 · Feb 2015
Don’t Want You Back
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
You are such a nasty *******;
people like you are meant to ditch,
what else I can expect from a **** like you?
you are *******, faceshit; get the hell off here.. phew!

I remember the time when we drank and fell;
we played all hard rock metal songs and drove to *Del,
we broke the signals at every cross;
and the hangover took so long to pass.

I don’t want you back, ‘cause its over now;
and am gonna make myself okay somehow,
don’t explain me all your secrets now;
‘cause I'm tired of being last to know.

Still we were on and party all night;
we danced like nuts till we see the Sunlight,
next day was already over;
when I caught you with a *****-typo lover.

You were after a D-cup hottie;
and every time you made me feel like zombie,
so I decided to make you regret;
in a way that you could never forget.

I don’t want you back, ‘cause its over now;
and am gonna make myself okay somehow,
buzz off, I don’t need a dork like you;
‘cause I don’t wanna be an option among few.

© Shreya ♥
418 · Feb 2015
Amen
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
After a long time I joined my hands;
and went on my knees,
made a prayer to Lord;
followed by an Amen and a please.

The flashback runs me through;
my whole life for what I have done,
missed opportunities and regret;
locks me in the chains of its own.

It chokes me deep to the core;
I wonder if I can get an Amen once more.

I donno where am going;
temme which way to choose,
for I know I gotta miles to go;
and I have no option to lose.

Everything is gonna be fine they say;
I donno how, for I am feel like Zombie,
if you are not drunk, answer it all;
or let me whatever I gonna be.

It bleeds my heart so sore;
I wonder if I can get an Amen once more.

© Shreya ♥
417 · Feb 2015
Conspiracy Of Time
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
No matter you are with me or not;
about the time I’ve spent on you,
I’m sure never gonna regret it;
time is a misleading thing though.

Today or tomorrow, night or day;
or how long the pendulum may swing,
one thing that’s never gonna change is;
love you forever, time’s nothing.

Unfolding the conspiracy of time;
back in time when we met,
was it a chance or destined to happen;
whatever, it is to name yet.

Looked beyond the grapevine;
like you’re never stranger to me,
never read your mind though;
all that is still a mystery.

Seems like you have a spell on me;
forgot; all of my rescues are gone,
have few fading memories;
that I never wanna lose to oblivion.

Unfolding the conspiracy of time;
back in time when we met,
was it a chance or destined to happen;
whatever, it is to name yet.

© Shreya ♥
“Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.” ―Jorge Luis Borges
410 · Feb 2015
Nightmare
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
In the middle of night;
when it’s dark and you sleep,
all the monsters come alive;
scare and make you weep.

You wake up screaming;
with the blood-shot eyes,
unsure who is for comfort;
that’s when you realize.

It was a nightmare;
monster under your bed is gone,
go on by the prayer,
and you feel so alone.

You’re lost in despair;
followed by sighs,
it hits your memory again;
makes you paralyze.

But it still scares you;
where all the angels hide,
you look fine but;
there’s something not fine inside.

It was a nightmare;
monster under your bed is gone,
you go on by the prayer,
and you feel so alone.

~Shreya
P.S. My creation, please do not copy | © Protected | Image: Google
P.P.S. Non Fiction!
“Talking about that hollow black spot in the middle of your heart –where all your fears, worries, pain and unexpressed enigmatic agony lies –it sometimes turns up into a nightmare and haunts you, chases you. You sometimes can count on people who will save you and hug you when you are shivering. But honey, nobody can go into your sleep and then into the dreams to save you from nightmares. Nobody else can see the monster that chased to **** you in your nightmares. Nobody else can find that creepy creature under your bed that scares the hell out of you. Nobody else can feel that shiver down the spine that you felt in nightmare. In daylight, there is a crowd with unknown faces and names and identities to chase that monster to slay, but when its dark and city sleeps, nobody else burns their midnight oil to search the one who haunted you.”
409 · Feb 2015
Nothing Like That
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
I stared at you and you caught me;
I froze there for a while,
you smiled over me, I got melt;
and I too faked you a smile.

You got me completely lost;
I moved on and pretended to be okay,
I acted completely insane;
every time I tried something to say.

People ask me are you okay?
and at my back they pat,
they ask me are you in love?
I smile and say nothing like that.

Even though I doubt it;
but I donno what to name this?
I am confused and outta my mind;
for all the time I try and guess.        

Imma make an attempt;
to ask you to explain,
do you feel the same?
or temme whom to complain?

‘cause people ask me what’s going on?
I find myself speechless when they chat,
they doubt me if I am in love?
I smile and say nothing like that.

© Shreya ♥
408 · Feb 2015
Heart Stone
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
When I fall, nobody comes to pick me up;
people stare at me and laugh and laugh,
they elbow me out but I pick myself up and stumble;
and still people expect me to be humble.

I just pretend to be good;
why shouldn’t I if they could?
they play games, they lie, they flatter;
and every time they do, I shatter.

I don’t wear heart on my sleeve;
even when I tell truth they don’t believe,
So I stay quiet, I stay alone;
and they think I am a heart stone.


I can’t be sorry, for I donno how to flaunt;
I just can’t be the way they want,
I have no regrets for the way I am;
So I chuck it when people start to blame.

Don’t temme what to do;
‘cause I already know,
all I ask them is to mind their business;
but they just can’t, I guess.

Let it be, I just don’t care;
now it doesn’t matter for me if they stare,
they won’t understand me till am gone;
so why do I care for such heart stone(s)?

© Shreya ♥
407 · Feb 2015
Like A Favorite Song
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
All your thoughts keep on playing
in my mind on loop all day long,
I shuffle them and again it starts
from you, like a favorite song.

There is no stop or pause either
donno how it keeps playin' on and on,
Oh I wish I could jump to next
but I love it like a favorite song.

Even when I set it on mute
it echoes in my head so strong,
I get completely lost in it
and sing it like a favorite song.

I know when it'll not in my mind
then also it'll b in my playlist at one,
I'll curl back to loneliness
and play it like a favorite song.

I may forget its lyrics but never its music
I'll play it when something will be wrong,
It'll magically heal me to the core
just like a favorite song.

Yeah.. like a favorite song, ♪
Hmm.. like a favorite song. ♫

© Shreya ♥
405 · Feb 2015
All Your Lies
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
You swore you’re not lying;
expected me to believe you,
and every time I tried;
you made it so hard to do.

Like a house of cards;
my world just fell apart,
you continue to be the same;
and I gotta go back to the start.

All your lies; I built my world on,
yeah I was so stupid, so wrong;
Still wonder; if the time has gone,
So am writing you this last song.

You claim that you love me;
and I know this ain’t true,
and every time you say;
I feel you are not the one I knew.

You sold all your promises;
we ain’t friends anymore,
said you’re sorry in the middle of night;
but I know you’re not so sure.

All your lies; I built my world on,
yeah I was so stupid, so wrong;
Still wonder; if the time has gone,
So am writing you this last song.

© Shreya ♥
404 · Feb 2015
No Horizon
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
Memories take you back in time;
offers you scars from abandon,
those unshared fears prolonged;
stands taller than your shadow in the Sun.

You tell yourself everything's fine;
but it scares you down deep,
that imaginary monster under your bed;
still knocks while you are asleep.

Promises lost in oblivion;
there's no horizon of pleasure and pain,
silence echoes as fate resign;
you repeat the same mistake again.

All your secret desires;
hidden down in your heart,
that black spot of sorrow;
often tears you apart.

Love beyond reason and chance;
incomplete being single side,
honey it’s a winter moon;
that resides deep inside.

Promises lost in oblivion;
there's no horizon of pleasure and pain,
silence echoes as fate resign;
you repeat the same mistake again.

~Shreya ♥
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P.P.S Work Of Fiction
“Know there’s no horizon to the pain, pleasure and imagination. What we call the horizon, is an imaginary boundary created as a proof of human innocence and absurdity. Logical interference to psychological interface is always havoc. There are overwhelming infinite emotions yet to be explored or experienced, yet to be named –no light years away. The illusion of horizon is so misleading; it is the mirage that always attracts the wanderer. There is no unit to measure this intangible expression, yet when attempted to measure –always resulted in apocalypse of human knowledge.”
403 · Feb 2015
Grown Old
Shreya Inks Feb 2015
In late seventies when bones refuse to support;
when eyes couldn't identify the object,
when most people plan their retirement;
I travel in flashback and regret.

All that time I've given to my children;
whom all my savings I’d spent on,
and loved them unconditionally;
that time has gone, long gone.

Now I've grown old;
with no more strength left,
they've left me alone to die;
with all my resources theft.

Grey hairs and missing teeth;
wrinkled face with eyes so deep,
fading memories that never sleep;
under which I hide and weep.

Looks like a nightmare came true;
and all I am left with is this stick,
on which I dare to walk my way;
with stumbled feet, so sick.

Now I've grown old;
with no more strength left,
they've left me alone to die;
with all my resources theft.

© Shreya ♥
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