Aren’t all poets born from tragedy?
SHRUTHI SAGARAren’t all poets born from tragedy?
SHRUTHI SAGARDeath speaks differently to me on different nights. Most nights it has your name.
SHRUTHI SAGARYou are magic wrapped in pain.
SHRUTHI SAGARI’ve never been much of a dancer. But healing is a song I’ve been learning to dance on.
SHRUTHI SAGARThere is no love deeper than a broken soul madly in love.
SHRUTHI SAGARWhat is my poetry if not all of my sorrows blooming?
SHRUTHI SAGARYou say you don’t care but every time he gets hurt you feel the pain too.
SHRUTHI SAGARYour thoughts were a prison and I? A helpless prisoner.
SHRUTHI SAGARWoman have been warriors since the beginning of time, some of us fighting to even be born.
SHRUTHI SAGARThe first step towards healing is reflection. From reflection comes awareness, and from awareness we must move towards acceptance. From acceptance, we can take action. And in action comes healing.
SHRUTHI SAGARAnd when instead of flowers your heart grows thorns – that’s when you know it does not love.
SHRUTHI SAGARThe pain keeps dripping down my eyes, but it never really stops hurting.
SHRUTHI SAGARIf you were ever to cut my flesh open, I would bleed in broken dreams & love I failed to give. for all that I have not done consume me more than all of the things, I’ve done.
SHRUTHI SAGARI had gone so blind in fixing your broken pieces i forgot to see how you kept breaking mine.
SHRUTHI SAGARYou said i was your forever, so where are you now my lover?
SHRUTHI SAGARI want to write happy poems on new years. But grief doesn’t have timelines, and it refuses to let go of me.
SHRUTHI SAGAR