Grief is waterlike
A lachrymose vessel that drips,
It gradually slips off your skin,
ascends in the form of a single wave of thought
and flows unto your chest.
There, it takes a whole life like a tsunami,
penetrates the inside of the veins
and builds a home of itself, uninvited.
Grief sits unsettled on your mind
as a bar of soap on your skin,
steals its stillness and brings flames.
A shred of my leafy heart cut in pieces.
My heart responds to the grief
what a sapling does to abrupt winds.
It flattens itself, stands firm.
My heart coils itself
and my arms roll themselves to the centre of my heart,
there it strikes a tap. A peaceful tap.
Peace. And falls asleep.
Shreya Sharma is a Market Research Analyst working in Gurugram, India. She has been a part of a couple of poetry anthologies by Blue Rose Publishers. She has been previously published in Indian Periodicals magazine and Free Verse Revolution. She enjoys the serene company of plants, loves reading books and writing poetry. She is a true admirer of nature, stars and moon. She regularly updates her work on her own WordPress blog and Instagram handle. She is a true seeker of peace and wisdom for which she usually reads spiritual poetry and books involving the same.