Published May 29, 2016 by shreyarvj

Hundreds of unseen messages,
A dozen calls unanswered, and
Plenty of unread mails ended in
A night’s drinking and a
Couple of bets gone wrong,
Watching romantic movies on a loop,
From Titanic to Casablanca,
The Vow to Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Giving ways to dreamy sighs and
And frustrated cries,
Hearing Damien Rice on repeat,
Singing along off key but with
The same longing and love
That rises after reading
Jane Austen at night, and
Waking up thinking of the
Magic created by Charlotte Brontë,
Having memorised all the
Love poems by heart, till my
Energy was drained and all
My emotions rained, but
Cupid still won’t return my calls!



Published May 26, 2016 by shreyarvj

The purple umbrella moves gently,
Trying to keep the rain at bay
Making sure it doesn’t touch
The vibrant palette which gives
Colours to my day,
The purple umbrella spins slowly
To keep the sharp light away
So that it doesn’t dry the
Palette that coloured it,
The purple umbrella, yet again,
Shelters me from the autumn rain
When the sun has shrivelled
Giving way to the cold days, and
I know this because all this while
Your fingers were holding on to it,
Never loosening the grip,
Never letting my palette run dry,
Or wash away,
Like the purple umbrella was
A paper lantern to your
Starnight sky.


Published May 17, 2016 by shreyarvj

Sitting under the Red Maple tree
Mindlessly playing with the fallen
Leaves, auburn skies teasing
Warm sighs, I felt bright titian
Dance lightly across my
Bare shoulders,
As I heard a whisper asking me to
Use my colours before they fade away
Like emerald memories turn into ash
When they touch summer’s gold waves,
Or before they get lost under
Abandoned worn and torn cushions,
Or get drowned in loud
Off-beat melodies,
And I began counting all the shades
Of purple in their panicked rush,
Streaks of white in the clouds above,
The yellow sun, the red rose,
And a heart so pink,
The orange leaves hiding in my hair
Waiting to turn green,
And the rainbow mist around,
Creating seasonal striations
In the colourful air.


Published May 11, 2016 by shreyarvj

Her fingertips touched the keys
Slowly, like a walk in the mist
And sweetly, like her lover’s story
Strung out from his heart,
Strong, like wild fiery roads
She was so used to walking on,
And musical symphonies exploding
In a thunderstorm, confidently,
A little wildly, like sensual fire
Orchestrating from every single note,
Focused, her mind ran like
Mozart’s fingers,
Her fingers ran like
Beethoven’s mind,
And she wrote her own poem
On the keys of her piano.


Published May 7, 2016 by shreyarvj

Avenues filled with stories
Created by the those who have
Carved their footprints on the
Very sidewalk where walls are
Covered in graffiti, and
Your feet take you towards
The sidewalk magicians who can
Draw their charm on everyone’s
Minds, and a few steps down
Come in sight beautifully lit
Cafes brewing with the
Bittersweet scent of coffee
And freshly baked cookies
Coated in hot chocolate syrup,
Directly facing the wide bridges
And tall buildings that
Come alive with all the buzzing,
Humming and laughter of
Lovers and friends,
And you keep on walking,
As the wind smiles in your hair
When you stand against the rails
And slowly sip your coffee.


Published May 5, 2016 by shreyarvj

With each stroke against the white sheet
The dripping red ink infiltrated every
Fibre of the paper,
Each stroke began with the acrylic,
Which inscribed itself into every
Black corner that made up the
Strong texture of the painter,
Blue drops slipped off
The rotten edges of
the sheet,
Giving way to a knowing smile,
A green heart, a white mind,
Tinged with the mastered tongue of
The artist,
The smudged passion blending
Together in an incomprehensible
Canvas of colours,
With every soft stroke of the bristles,
The brush kissed the paper’s surface.


Published March 30, 2016 by shreyarvj

Between the late night video calls
And the half hearted, “Goodnight”,
Coated with a sigh of longing to
Eagerly see the morning sun and a,
“Good morning” text from him,
Lie a billion hidden messages of
Walking by the seaside, and
Creating new footprints in the sand,
Together, and feel the waves touching
Your bare feet with a shiver
You also get when
You open the door and see a
Dozen boxes of your favourite chocolates
And a little note scribbled in that
Messy handwriting of his, which is
Still as clear to you as the day when
He suddenly dropped by one evening
And walked by your side to the same
Shore, making sand castles with you,
And hoping the waves would wash
Them away just so he would get
More time to make you shiver with him.