Sruthi NairinCuriosity Never Killed the WriterSkin and BonesGore is the word I would use To describe the interiors of your being. Torn is the word I would throw At every inch of your flesh. What…Oct 10, 2019Oct 10, 2019
Sruthi NairinCuriosity Never Killed the WriterSleepOnce again it accumulates, The love of my life, My only calm The only way out of this maze Sleep.Oct 10, 2019Oct 10, 2019
Sruthi NairinIntimately IntricateA Handful of FlowersI saw beautiful flowers yesterday By the winding road, I started picking them up, In hopes to give it to you, Meticulously trying not to…May 5, 2019May 5, 2019
Sruthi NairinIntimately IntricateA New BeginningPoems were written About lone travellers, Traversing through the forest Hoping to find gold. But what about those, Who went in a pack And…Nov 11, 2018Nov 11, 2018
Sruthi Nairinthe CafeStarving“He tasted her mind and realized he was starving.” — — unknownMay 19, 2018May 19, 2018
Sruthi Nairinthe CafeHusbandI remember the night you came Drenched in sweat Asking to make love with me. All the courage I could muster, Was not enough, To tell you…May 10, 20181May 10, 20181
Sruthi NairinPoetry in FormAn Elegy to the Happiest GirlWord choke at the end of my mouth When I hear the distant sound of the bells Ringing far from the south, Unleashing within me the darkest…May 8, 2018May 8, 2018
Sruthi NairinInvisible IllnessThe Scary OutsideSocial Anxiety is a really scary thing. Like all mental disoders, it is a prison of your own mind which cannot be seen by anyone else. So…May 6, 2018May 6, 2018
Sruthi Nairinthe CafeDearest Mother,Most people claim that their mother is the best in the world.I don’t know about that, but my mother is definitely the best I could ever…Mar 29, 20181Mar 29, 20181