Author Archives: Spriha Dharan

This life starts out a mellow song Birthed from the destitute threads of a Dandelion’s cry It starts with wishes upon a star And ends with the crow’s melancholy goodbye And still our arms tremor like leaves Under the thunderous rainclouds of sorrow Sometimes we must be reminded that we only got one shot AtContinue reading “One Shot-“

When your footsteps are mere apparations Treading the scorching land before you And your olive skin drips With beads of sweat Underneath the sultry sun When the glass orb of destiny Rings with the bitterness of finality And you stare in shame in the shaking mirror Mourning the person you’ve become Must you coast alongContinue reading “How Do You Write Yourself a Future?”

When my eyes are half-closed, The fairies tiptoe on their Pointed shoes and delicate wings They tap me twice with their enchanted wands And drag me downwards into a world of reality I drown My mouth gasping for air as they Dunk me repeatedly in The frozen water My body condensing with every motion, AsContinue reading “A Gilded Fantasy-“

How did you know The words that crawled like ants Beneath this silk skin Spun like a spider’s web Made for catching flies Without ever letting them in How did you know there was more than the Pineapple juice That trickled like from my lips down to my chin Luring insects from afar On paperContinue reading “A Thank You to Poetry…”

My mouth tingles with the taste of cloves A bittersweetness trickles down my throat My arms reach out to the extensive shore Begging for all that I will never endure I watch as Tantalus thirsts for his elixir Knowing that I am unable to fix him And as my throat parches like hills of sandContinue reading “The Grains of Man-“

that grow profusely on vines the ones that recite each verse as if they’ve re-hearsed every line it’s not their lack of luster or their delicate charm that guide them through the winter and shield them from frostbitten harm they hide behind latent masks Live a secret life no one can see silently waiting toContinue reading “i hate the type of roses…”

To fit into the theme of Valentine’s day, I decided to write a love poem. Not the typical tragic, “Romeo-Juliet-falling- in- love- with- the- son- of- death,” love poem of mine. Something more conventional, as well as metaphorical. In addition, I took into account some of the feedback I received from my prior poll, andContinue reading “The Prophecy of Love”