20 Quotes by Sreesha Divakaran

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

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

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

An ambitious, paradoxical world we live in - of short attention spanspaired with the massive fearof being forgotten too soon.

Erupting like fiery autumn leaves between silksas skin meets skinflames that lick everythingand consume all there is.

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 sunshineOn a winter night...

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

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

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