Winter ❄️ 

It sounds like winter, Something cold and calculated  But something so pure- You fall into its arms Another human lulled to sleep By glittering lullabies, Quite whispering of the leaves And footprints in the snow, Bones turned to frost They'll put you to sleep- It sounds like winter But it tastes like black, A touch … Continue reading Winter ❄️ 

Sanity

And death is loved, By shadows stripped Of will and motivation- Those nights where There are voices, Louder than your breathing Is when I know- Just how loved death Must feel in my mind, And how special It must think itself- Consuming, powerful And so near my heart, Oh, how beautiful it Must find itself, … Continue reading Sanity

Pills

Some people are like pills, you need them to heal. Slowly they become habitual, an integral part of you. Curing you everyday but the moment you start craving for them, feeling addicted. Having too much of them. They kill you, suffocating you gradually and changing you completely Either mending or ending you. -Gaurika Taneja

The Saints

The saints leave Prayers for worn fingers, On heaven's doorstep And dear lord, do they strain Themselves into believing In comforts like the seasons- The hymn of the tides And the blanketing of the sky, But little by little You have nothing left, Of pretty things And strangleholds of the world- Slipping away into an … Continue reading The Saints

Existence

There are parts of you in everything I do. Like broken petals of a flower, so delicate, so vulnerable yet existing. With fragrance so intoxicating even when dying in love, leaving behind a subtle reminder of your existence. Such an irony that these flowers die in your name... But you seem so u n b … Continue reading Existence