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…”
Author Archives: Spriha Dharan
The Prophecy of Love
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”
Exhaustion
We’re all engines Burning oil Fumes radiate from our clasped hands And gritted teeth As we try to move forward on broken ankles And blistered feet Sometimes Humanity suddenly realizes that we have an eternity to rest And a life to live So it races to put its limits To the test And to offerContinue reading “Exhaustion”
Poll
Wintergirls
By: Laurie Halse Anderson When I first picked up this book. I was mildly intrigued by its cover. Little did I know that it would leave me in tears by the end. This is one of the best books that I have read in a while. Anderson’s poetic pen seeps into her prose, as sheContinue reading “Wintergirls”
The Snow Statue-
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-“
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
Spilled Ink 