by sharricharan | Jan 6, 2017 | Poetry
Peace, she whispered, softly. For how else does one whisper But soft with a scarce breath And the vaguest hint of sound In the space of waking And sleeping Of night and day Mingled together She finds the solace she seeks Lingering betwixt The inbetween A/N: I...
by sharricharan | Jan 5, 2017 | Poetry
Coffee, staining every sweater Spilled on every other page “I’m not awake yet,” she jokes, lightly “A cup of coffee first” And so the first cup is poured She holds it between slender fingers Her grip strong and steady Her smile almost...
by sharricharan | Jan 3, 2017 | Poetry
Daily, she cried. Tears flowing down her pristine cheeks Complexion fair as the summer sky And hair thick as the autumn night Heavy with the weight of spring in her chest Buried beneath the cold of winter’s test Daily, she wept Shedding tears upon tears For...
by sharricharan | Jan 2, 2017 | Poetry
As if I was even-footed all along. The ground not conspiring to deceive me. A willing accomplice to the ebb and flow of tide. That it would splash up one day And dip down the next. I ought to know, I would think And yet, still, I wouldn’t. Because in the end,...
by sharricharan | Nov 3, 2016 | Poetry
I’m falling to pieces, right before your eyes, and still. You ask me to smile. I’m trying, struggling , scrabbling in the darkness, Desperately yearning to live. You ask me to smile, as if you have the right. As if I’m not broken. As if I’m not...
by sharricharan | Jul 28, 2016 | Poetry
I see. So that’s how we’re gonna play this? Tennis to hardball? No in between? Did you know? Did you have any idea what I do? How it was done? Who it affected? Granted, I’m sure it’s so insignificant and beneath you compared to your massive...
