Sreesha Divakaran Quotes & Sayings

Your silences remain; they are your biggest mask. — Sreesha Divakaran

An ambitious, paradoxical world we live in -
of short attention spans
paired with the massive fear
of being forgotten too soon. — Sreesha Divakaran

Darkness disturbed
By the haunting white moonlight
Grey half clouds fail to contain
The moon's lust for the night. — Sreesha Divakaran

Erupting like fiery autumn leaves between silks
as skin meets skin
flames that lick everything
and consume all there is. — Sreesha Divakaran

Let's live a lie for today.
You'll spin tales
and pretend to love me.
And I'll smile; you'll not realize it's fake
Then I'll pretend
your pretensions don't cause me pain. — Sreesha Divakaran

Pretension, dear love, does not buy truth into lies, nor alter its course. — Sreesha Divakaran

He craved silences and solitude. He simply could not get lost in another person's life. — Sreesha Divakaran

And then there was the way you cast your gaze,
A coldness so chilling that it could cause a fire. — Sreesha Divakaran

In that moment, hell may have ascended,
Or heaven may have descended only to save me and prove,
What I carry is an exaggerated memory of an imagined beautiful love.
This love is tainted with treachery; it will be my doom. — Sreesha Divakaran

What ravaged my mind was the thought.

The thought of you. — Sreesha Divakaran

You don't fade from within my mind; it's a flaw
That I dwell on each moment, cling to you
Like smoke escaping my fingers while the candles burn them raw — Sreesha Divakaran

No, I don't miss you... Not in a way that one is missed.
But I think of you.
Sometimes.
In the way that one might think of the summer sunshine
On a winter night... — Sreesha Divakaran

Let storms rage
In the world outside;
Fires rise from hell
Stay, beloved,
From here to eternity,
Should chaos consume us
Or death annihilate us. — Sreesha Divakaran

But only when I hear those knocks
Accompanied by that question they all ask,
Curious about how you are,
Does realization dawn with a jolt,
You and I don't talk anymore. — Sreesha Divakaran

Vanity remains a feeble weapon
The delusional wearer of it considers herself strong — Sreesha Divakaran

How is the duration of a relationship relative to what those involved in it feel? — Sreesha Divakaran

Grief lets you indulge in it, so that it can feed itself. — Sreesha Divakaran

And what part of me will begin
To forget you first; the sudden
Pains that shoot to my bruised palms
As I think of you in the cover of the dark,
Or the invisible hand
Clutching at my heart, as it knocks against its savage cage,
Or my still swollen lips
As they remember the touch of your gentle fingertips? — Sreesha Divakaran