All posts tagged Love


Published November 8, 2017 by Shreya Rajvanshi

My mind was a whirlwind of
So many contradicting emotions
At the same time, that
I felt chaos consuming me.
Baffled and clear,
Bewildered and lucid,
My thoughts were ambiguous and coherent –
Confusion was the only note the voices
In my head could reach, and
I felt I was in the corner,
I felt I was in the spotlight.
We kissed last night –
You and I,
Your heavy breath mingled with
My exasperated one,
Marking the silhouette of my mouth.
With every stroke of your tongue
Against mine, I kept losing
My ground, and
All the nerves in my body and
All the enunciations in my mind
Made me question if it was just
Our lips that met,
Or more?



Published July 6, 2016 by Shreya Rajvanshi

​I realised that it’s 

Best when we do not 

“Fall” in love so much as

Let it meet at the door and 

Allow it to blossom with us, and 

Let it dress us in words that

Dance with laughter because I 

Can’t come up with a single 

Adjective to describe the 

Sheer delight of having it

Knock on my door as I 

Stand behind it starry eyed 

Watching all my dreams fall 

Into place, one by one, 

Spinning it into a story I have 

Been dreaming about ever since 

My fingers first reached the doorknob. 

Sometimes, for all our wariness, 

Dreams do come true. 


Published June 8, 2016 by Shreya Rajvanshi

Heartfelt words picked
With such care and time
Caressed through the receiver
As my fingertips dazzled with
Words my heart spoke,
Beamed right through the wire.

My dreams dance, rocket,
Spark in the cables,
The cords catching and unveiling
My encrypted feelings,
Sending them to the sky,
Stars shining, doubts untangling.

Each phrase dances at the
Edge of time where all
My fears fade when I imagine
All my desires melting on
Your screen in the form of
Blinks and flashes.

After a couple of beats,
The clock ticks again when
I glance at the brittle metal
In my hands which beeps with
Your text and all I see is
My glowing cheeks and
Your waiting smile.


Published May 29, 2016 by Shreya Rajvanshi

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 17, 2016 by Shreya Rajvanshi

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 Shreya Rajvanshi

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 March 30, 2016 by Shreya Rajvanshi

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.