Shretika Gupta

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Noise once said

 "Maybe I was just meant to be quiet".

Quiet.

12 NOV AT 21:24

Morning thoughts: 

Sometimes things seem to fall in place, sometimes fall out of place! 
PLACE in itself is highly subjective, a matter of perspective. 

Maybe we just don't really know, if it's in place or out of place. 

It's good to let things drift beyond one's control and not ponder about them obsessively.

I don't usually talk about the little random thoughts that drift by, but they become my daily modes of conservation with my own self! So as and when you feel hashtag #morningthoughts and let me know what keeps you up for the day! Ps: it doesn't really have to be morning. 😋

6 NOV AT 9:02

Blades, we cut open each other little by little, staring at the view, patching those holes within, scavenging through memories. 

We slept on our deathbeds wrapped within the arms of Ambiguity.

Ambiguity of our being.

Ambiguity. You and me.

27 OCT AT 22:10

Silent storm, 

When I look up, I wonder what would make them see the sea, while they keep their heads up thinking it's a black blanket?

Blanket or sea?

4 OCT AT 16:33

Looks lovely even when it's  broken, all alone.

Broken glass or you.

Broken

3 OCT AT 20:54

I fluctuate like the heart beat of a person who's about to die. 

When do you think I will give up? 
Maybe,
When the rhythm of uncertainty becomes certain.

Uncertain rhythms.

25 SEP AT 0:38

Between the floating dark clouds, the  sunlight impregnates the earth. 

If I was the pouring cloud, you are that fleeting gap. 

You: Could I just sieze you? 
Can I stop you from crying?

Cry hard fleeing gap!

25 SEP AT 0:23

I think it's beautiful to have secrets, it's like promising yourself to not let anything be too close to you. 

Except your own self.

Secrets.

18 JUL AT 21:52

How would mediocrity of intelligence and silence smell like when stirred with compositions of excellence? 

It would be like the stench of you and me.

Stench.

16 JUL AT 17:07

Mistakes are when I left it to them to draw me and smuggle a line on the shifting sand dunes of my face. 

That line of control for them was my smile.

Line of control.

10 JUL AT 11:41