Shreya's Poetry

How I loathe the way you break, speak and hurt, Capturing my mind all day and throughout the night, Your lawful lies make a scary art Oh my dreaded words,you toughen me to fight. Let me collate you to an unfaithful dagger? Just a bit more acidic and creepy. Sharp tongue aids the cold hearts of the attacker, But resilience brings back the old humanity. How you always crave to meet,Let me list the ways, I see you on the lips and flips of comments Thinking of your pretentious sound fills my days I like how you create those bents and vents. Now I must say we've got a whole lot of history Will never forget you my mean words whilst we're on this journey.

Take a break and look around The world keeps running or trying to settle down, A pinch of happiness seems hard to be found . I know its getting dark stars shoot by Strings of guitar brushing past your soul, Its has been now hours catching up with the lie. So close to feeling what ya never felt Can't say different as history repeats, So close to seeing that ya never dealt. Take a break, live in the moment now Little conversations stuck in coffee breaks, Bake a cake or just make a dough. All along walking through the woods A little yellow leaf peeking at me, All along singing past the trail in my hood. Running back home with sunshine chasing Shadows smiling on the autumn floor, Taking along the sweet memories so amazing. Sometimes just need to let it all go Eyes lit up at the sound of ding dong, Sometimes let's try not to feel so low. Freshen up all those crazy midnights A ray of hope even in dark alleyways, Party all night and twist in dim light...

The screen goes blank as lights go out Flipping anxiously over the last page The credits roll names they never shout Feels like your life story on that stage Minutes go by as the seats go up Ending with peace what feels like the last chapter They made it easy names they wait to scroll up Credits that are lost in the closed jar Names that are content it did so well Recognition never really rang a bell. Credits keep rolling like some weird patterns on screen So many names it seems unending All forgotten once it is seen Like fleeting memories of one who gave you the wing Applauding all in the name of the job They've all got the surname of unsung heroes No place in memories they fail to rob Lost with them their highs and their lows Credits roll up like some fake promises Bound to forget with days passing days.   Appreciation most call it a distant affair Unlike a few who recall the help Yet there are a few tagged with Rare The ones who made you yourself Names...

When I stand before the mirror It's like a glimpse of illusions I see Having goosebumps of horror Its hard to believe whether its me! 'Cause there are a hundred faces Staring blankly in the bright light I see a gleeful smile through braces; Jumping with delight Or an anguished face tying the laces, Getting prepared for the fight. In the cold and pale moonlight Its all a different story With depression at its height And the quickly fading glory Like dew drops on autumn's yellow, I see tears on her rosy cheeks Like a ghostly figure she mixes with the pillow How desperately its only happiness she seeks--- And she stumbles down the stairs With the pang of separation in heart, For whom the most she cares But alas away they all dart As the sun rays breakthrough The window panes show a new face Learning from past it grew With absolutely no sorrow as a trace. When daylight hugs her embrace Stars shine in her eyes Wind kisses her red cheeks With t...