Ode
To the boy I will love
To the boy I will love. I am writing a letter to the boy I will love in the future. I will be candid with you. I am not the easiest to love. I tend to overthink every small thing, mull over even the most mundane of things, and get stressed about it the entire day. I shut people out a lot of times. I am irritating and demanding at times.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
All the light we cannot see.
All the light we cannot see. Embellishing in the moments of sadness, enraged by the atrocities of life, We often comprehend our reasons to be alive. Do you often sit by the window sill and ponder what true happiness decipher to? What is the essence of absolute joy? Can it be broken down into a simplistic perspective of experiences that we live through or is joy synonymous with money and materialistic realities? I often sit down and wander memory lane, to behold the precious moments of delight, where I felt truly happy.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
To the ones who grew up earlier
To the ones who grew up earlier A part of my being always hurts for the ones who were always deemed to be too mature and too deep for their age. Home is often associated with our comfort zone, the abode that stalls our dejected sighs and embraces our dreams to fly high. But more often than not home is a place where a lot of us wish to escape from, to a place where peace embosoms the frantic cry of our chaotic wails and where the heart blooms and does not turn pale.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
No One
I do not scream or yelp I do not call out when injured Because I know There is no one here to help Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
