Author Archives: Spriha Dharan

No More A Castle of Glass Some people never know That as the towers crash and burn and The foreboding crow utters its furious cry You’re the mystical queen hiding in the rubble Faltering as you learn How to truly try Others may never notice the way your hands tremble They only appreciate your gracefulContinue reading “Starting Over;”

(a collection of three poems) Devouring Dreams- Why did you look at me one day and ignore me the next? You were like bitter water Sweetly quenching a deprived tongue Of the elixir of tr u love Any attention or a single mention of your sugary words Fatally bewitched my ears with Fantasy’s curse SoContinue reading “Toxic Dreams of Love”

I recently recovered a short poem I had written under my fifth grade teacher. He was one of the first ones to truly introduce me to poetry and writing techniques. I suppose you could say that this is the first real piece of poetry I ever wrote. I hope you find it interesting! Let meContinue reading “Poem I wrote from 5th Grade”

To claw our way out of the rubbleWe replace the towers that have collapsedWith the impenetrable pillars of our pastEquality, and freedom are our own inventionsHiding human misconceptionsWe march for a world of democracy aheadBut it is based on falsehood instead If human nature is to devourUse violence and brutality to attain powerThen surely GodContinue reading “Human Nature is to Struggle…”

I wrote this poem just recently. It was inspired by the cliche themes surrounding love, shown in the media. Examples include music, movies, and literature. (Forgive me for the uncreative title). Note: This poem doesn’t mean I don’t read romance novels. I still read them, because they’re not all terrible. In terms of writing aboutContinue reading “not an ode to romance-“

When you spend money like mangoes on trees When you clone the fruit of happiness To conquer Depression’s deathless beasts’

I once thought his gaze Was unafraid  Bold and brazen  Breaking waves I was completely blind To his ebony eyes How did I not realize the lies That were tucked deep into the ether Of those two I- rises Still, you would lure me in with the silent kisses The tsk of your lips againstContinue reading “Till It Was Too Late-“

Note: this poem is inspired by “The Notebook” by Nicholas Sparks. I typically don’t enjoy reading romance novels, but certain sections of text were especially profound and beautiful. It would be impossible for me not to write a poem about it! She is a stranger caged in the body Of a woman Her frail armsContinue reading “Day and Night”

This life is so rich It’s a golden tapestry That catches on my hands and gnaws away at my torn skin It sows seeds into the sutures of Earth’s Endless sky And falters like a baby dove Just learning how to fly Sometimes it plummets Sometimes it soars The gushing waterfall rivets me as itContinue reading “On the Human Experience-“