“Grief lets you indulge in it, so that it can feed itself.”
“Grief lets you indulge in it, so that it can feed itself.”
Sreesha Divakaran
“And then there was the way you cast your gaze, A coldness so chilling that it could cause a fire.”
Sreesha Divakaran“Darkness disturbedBy the haunting white moonlightGrey half clouds fail to containThe moon's lust for the night.”
Sreesha Divakaran“Grief lets you indulge in it, so that it can feed itself.”
Sreesha Divakaran“No, I don't miss you... Not in a way that one is missed.But I think of you. Sometimes.In the way that one might think of the summer sunshineOn a winter night...”
Sreesha Divakaran, Those Imperfect Strokes“I pour blood on my naiveté, your apathy, and your betrayal tonight.”
Sreesha Divakaran, Those Imperfect Strokes“In that moment, hell may have ascended,Or heaven may have descended only to save me and prove,What I carry is an exaggerated memory of an imagined beautiful love.This love is tainted with treachery; it will be my doom.”
Sreesha Divakaran, Those Imperfect Strokes“Vanity remains a feeble weaponThe delusional wearer of it considers herself strong”
Sreesha Divakaran, Those Imperfect Strokes“And what part of me will beginTo forget you first; the suddenPains that shoot to my bruised palmsAs I think of you in the cover of the dark,Or the invisible handClutching at my heart, as it knocks against its savage cage,Or my still swollen lipsAs they remember the touch of your gentle fingertips?”
Sreesha Divakaran, Those Imperfect Strokes“He craved silences and solitude. He simply could not get lost in another person’s life.”
Sreesha Divakaran, A Little Chorus of Love“How is the duration of a relationship relative to what those involved in it feel?”
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