Layers of Longing —Shreya Sharma

My beating heart is a drum a thunderous rhythm reciting an epistle of my grief. A concoction of      togetherness & separation. There are layers of longing;    of being seen    and seeing    of a single touch    and being touched    of love    and being loved. I swallow nights in countingContinue reading “Layers of Longing —Shreya Sharma”