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 2017 AT 21:52

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 2017 AT 0:23

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

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

Uncertain rhythms.

25 SEP 2017 AT 0:38

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

Broken glass or you.


3 OCT 2017 AT 20:54

when dreams harbour in the shores of nightmares, I wake up to the lingering taste of bitter and sweet on my tongue.

Waking up to nightmares.

29 NOV 2017 AT 7:26

Noise once said

 "Maybe I was just meant to be quiet".


12 NOV 2017 AT 21:24

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 2017 AT 17:07

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 2017 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 2017 AT 16:33