Shretika Gupta







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.


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.


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

I keep wrecking everything that comes around with an innocent smile on my face. 

He sits beside with a cast to mend all my bones and flesh.


6 JUL AT 18:19

There would be time when loudness would reside in the shelter of silence.


11 JUN AT 7:15

Sing to me those confessions that I bind in your hidden treasures.

Confessions I will make to you a year later.

11 JUN AT 2:18

I kept them sealed,
Like those wreaked stitches,
On those slightly tattered memories,
To open, 


You. Brought Turmoil and beauty. 

Stay. Will you?

An awaited Kiss.

11 JUN AT 1:26

Beauty itself is deviation,  so how can deviation be beauty?

Beauty. _armaity homavazir Random ramblings

10 JUN AT 23:31

I do wanted to scream at you to leave me alone,

But what if being alone, is being you? 

Where do I go and where do I take you?


6 JUN AT 14:53