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

— 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

At 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

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

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

— Sreesha Divakaran

He craved silences and solitude. He simply could not get lost in another person’s life.

— Sreesha Divakaran

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

— Sreesha Divakaran

I pour blood on my naivete, your apathy, and your betrayal tonight.

— 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