Sreesha Divakaran quotes:

What ravaged my mind was the thought.The thought of you.

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.

Let storms rageIn the world outside;Fires rise from hellStay, beloved, From here to eternity,Should chaos consume usOr death annihilate us.

Vanity remains a feeble weaponThe delusional wearer of it considers herself strong

Your silences remain; they are your biggest mask.

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

And what part of me will beginTo forget you first; the suddenPains that shoot to my bruised palmsAs I think of you in the cover of the dark,Or the invisible handClutching at my heart, as it knocks against its savage cage,Or my still swollen lipsAs they remember the touch of your gentle fingertips?

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