So, I just recently finished reading “The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho, and for some reason, by the end of it I was almost in tears. I read this one line, which was one of my favorites: “‘You don’t even have to understand the desert; all you have to do is contemplate a single grain ofContinue reading “‘The Alchemist’-“
Author Archives: Spriha Dharan
To Young Voices Everywhere…
Whose words hang on the edge of a precipice, Admiring the waters below, From the safety of their homes Whose hands are tied behind their back, And whose poems are sharpened on a tongue of steel, Set to silence, By the borders tread into this very ground, And the boulders docked at every port FromContinue reading “To Young Voices Everywhere…”
On ‘1984’
While I have been reading, I realized I haven’t posted a book review in a while. So here is one of the most interesting (and well-written) novels I’ve read recently. Summary– This all-time classic has been on my TBR list for quite a while, and I am extremely thrilled to announce that it was worthContinue reading “On ‘1984’”
At Second Glance…
I looked into a soul so clear, A window cleansed by many a tear, And thought I saw a portrait complete, Free from avarice or deceit I peered again after years had passed, And witnessed a broken shell of glass, Within an opaque mirror shone, Muddled away by hardened stone, An illusion crafted by theContinue reading “At Second Glance…”
Fear-dom
My innocence treads A dangerous trail Wandering along a winding footpath Of crimson spattered trees Whose delicate limbs sprout Fire encrusted flowers Writhing in anguish and torment My eyes are shimmering opals Turned wistful by years spent In a gilded land Unable to register the blaring Sirens of alarm Meant to rouse me from AContinue reading “Fear-dom”
One Voice, Three Stories
To Abandon your Nation- The first step onto the soil They expect you to say, Your chains were freed, Of that other country That enslaves, And rapes, And underpays. That your wounds were healed, By those who loved with open arms, Who ignored your scars, By this nation that Pays, And prays, And preys, AndContinue reading “One Voice, Three Stories”
Rediscovered Poems
The following poems are a few rediscovered ones that I wrote a while ago. I couldn’t choose which one to publish on here, so I posted both simultaneously. Hope you like them! Let me know your thoughts in the comments below 🙂 Poetry- From silent mouths, And aching wrists, From stifled tears, And battered limbs,Continue reading “Rediscovered Poems”
To love a hyacinth-
(a collection of two poems) Ruby encrusted petals, Flutter and sigh in the, Mellow breeze, Dew-stained lips, And rustling fronds, Sordid epithets, Flowing like silk from, Mouths beset with thorns Perfection snakes its, Loving arm, Around languid stems, Seizing them by the, Nape of their neck, As they choke, On the cloying scent, Of theirContinue reading “To love a hyacinth-“
The ‘Red Queen’ Series
By: Victoria Aveyard “Rise, Red as the dawn” Summary: From the minute I encountered these series it became an all-time favorite. Navigating the rough divides between the inferior red-blooded serfs of her society, and the lofty, silver-blooded nobles, Mare Barrow deeply despises her wealthier counter-parts. Especially, when they possess certain magical powers, that leave sheContinue reading “The ‘Red Queen’ Series”
The Sun’s Revolution
A humble zephyr wafts through, The delicate pine, As a soft strain murmurs from a lapping stream, ‘Neath the plebian cicada, Thrums with life, Condemned to hum its monotonous song, For its existence Eternally brief as it may be Till death seizes it wildly by the wings. High above, Amidst echinate brambles, The mourning doveContinue reading “The Sun’s Revolution”
Spilled Ink 