Sreesha Divakaran

“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.”

“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?”

“How is the duration of a relationship relative to what those involved in it feel?”

“Vanity remains a feeble weaponThe delusional wearer of it considers herself strong”

“Erupting like fiery autumn leaves between silksas skin meets skinflames that lick everythingand consume all there is.”

“Pretension, dear love, does not buy truth into lies, nor alter its course.”

“Grief lets you indulge in it, so that it can feed itself.”