All posts tagged Story


Published October 19, 2016 by Shreya Rajvanshi

​In a parallel universe

If people were words and 

The world was a book, 

Each day would be a new page 



Each event would be like

Ink spilled across the pages and 

We would notice

Big, fancy words 

Sipping green tea, surrounded 

By its aroma, sitting 

In an elegant plaza, dressed 

In rich, ironed suits, talking of

Intellect and philosophy in

Their posh language and voicing 

Their bold opinions, scrunching their

Noses at

Tiny, little words running 

In the corner, playing,


Tripping and enjoying themselves,

Living each moment 


Innocently, and 

Interrupting the on going 

Sophisticated discussions –

Their honey filled laughter 

Pushing the posh language aside, and

Finally the big words would 

Crack a silent smile, proud 

Of the sound of the ringing laughter 

Spreading warm hugs in the 

Chilly winter season. 



Published April 16, 2015 by Shreya Rajvanshi

Every night when I write down
A part of my story, I know that
My characters are being watched by
Many others, as they live through
the life of a young girl, and
how they sometimes mirror her
Dilemma, reflect her solace,
Touch her decisions, maybe in a
Slightly different shade, but they do
Put their faith in my story,
The same way I hear their scripts,
Read their lines, speak out loud
Their confusions, and all of us think of
A million other endings to our
Characters, as we keep moulding them,
Sometimes in wet clay,
Other times in dry,
And we lose a part of ourselves in
The adventures they live, as all of us
Continue writing our own

Her Poetry.

Published February 20, 2015 by Shreya Rajvanshi

Inside the small, purple room,
Under the warmth of the
Yellow light,
I feel a slight tingling on my
Forehead, as she kisses it
With delight.
She holds my hand, and rubs
My fingers, touching my palm,
Tracing the lines,
Her eyes blink slowly, scared to miss
The minute pores on my face,
Her tears brightly shine.
Her lips form her own words,
So ancient, so new,
Like undiscovered desires.
She tells me the stories
She has lived in, the poems
She has written with ice and fire.
Holding my hand, she says
She wants me to give
Her story, a new cover.
And she continues reciting
Her beautiful poetry,
My grandmother.

Forever Part 2.

Published June 15, 2014 by Shreya Rajvanshi

She turned around slowly, raising her shy eyes to meet his glowing ones. Deep, heavy breaths.
Slowly with her finger, she traced the outline of his hair, the slope of his nose, the curve of smile, the shape of his chin, the freckles on his cheeks.
And she froze, as he lightly unbuttoned her blouse.

Forever Part 1.

Published June 14, 2014 by Shreya Rajvanshi

And he came behind her, breathing in the scent of her innocence, touching her neck like it was fragile. Time stood still as his fingers took away her nervousness, her reluctancy.
She moulded herself in his arms, so strong, so warm, giving her the security she never felt.
They fit like two pieces of a puzzle, so right, so true, so perfect. And that’s when they realized, they were meant to be. Meant to be together. Forever. Always.