This is an excerpt from a short story I started writing a few years ago. Don’t judge too harshly because this is really old. But, I’d also like some feedback on where to take it from here. Warning, it does contain emotionally heavy content. To be honest though, I was mostly just enjoying writing theContinue reading “The Snow Statue-“
Author Archives: Spriha Dharan
When Mountains Are Climbed
She told me I’d find who I was inside When mountains were climbed When mountains were climbed Yearning fills my empty chest Its passion moves me from what’s right To what- I left behind, I inhale a sweet breath Gladioli surf the waves of my aching arms Dragging me gradually afar From the roots ofContinue reading “When Mountains Are Climbed”
The Vertere
This is a short story I’ve been working on for quite a while. I started writing it because I was inspired by The Handmaid’s Tale, and themes surrounding Feminism. It’s a standard dystopian society where women are oppressed. I wanted to experiment with something new because I don’t typically write this genre. Please give meContinue reading “The Vertere”
I am so sick of
The brittle caramel That buries my jaw In Self-pity
I have fallen for a mirage….
That is stooped on pious knees at the Precipice of a waterfall His hands reach—– Reach towards an un- Broken MeMOrY Sculpted on a tragedy That was the product Of imagination
Why I Dislike Jane Austen Novels
Totally random question, and completely out of the blue, since I have not blogged about literature in a while: Does anyone here find Jane Austen novels truly enjoyable to read? Because I have always detested her writing for some reason. I like classics, like Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte is the best) and Jane Eyre (CharlotteContinue reading “Why I Dislike Jane Austen Novels”
What is this society…?
That runs like a river I am silt caught in an inclement and Endless stream Glimmering hues and silver scales Flutter beneath me in a distorted haze of Color they Fly in the open wilderness Navigating the terrain that is their Home Flashes of coral reef Catch my wandering eyes An ancient city constructed BeneathContinue reading “What is this society…?”
Ambrosia of Innocence
A crowd gathers As my tongue dances on the silver platter Blessed with be- Headed ignorance I lick the sweet maple of Blissful awareness, From the gilded head of Apasmara Shiva choreographs a graceful routine that, Demolishes the basis of my, Existence And I am sent reeling, Into the unfeeling pits of my soul, ForContinue reading “Ambrosia of Innocence”
A new voice…
Drips from my scaly tongue sings the stories left unung A blank canvas skewed by The strokes of the brush
Indignation…
My body is seized by Paroxysms of reckless Fire Ignited by a parasite that Feeds off the helplessness in The palm of my melting Hands My caramel skin Slips to the floor like Honey Bitter on my tongue Words ramble from an irresistible Cacoethes An insatiable urge As I grasp at straws for a senseContinue reading “Indignation…”
Spilled Ink 