Srika Jindal
Published writing
Paradise Syndrome
Paradise made me lonelier, It feels so much colder here, People are there but nobody's closer, Guess everything's now over. Losing interest in everything I really love, Writing poetry changed how I survive, But am I really surviving? My own words pierce me like thousand knives. Paradise Syndrome, I’m happy until I’m not, Paradise Syndrome, Inside you, I finally start to rot.
If I Were
If I were your favorite coffee, Would you drink me every day and night, Would you get so addicted that everything will be alright? If I were your favorite flower, Would you pluck me and put me in your hair, Would you plant me again, Just to see me grow. If I were your shooting star, Would you wish upon me before I disappeared, But when you do make the wish, I hope you wish for me to reappear. If…
Hero x Villian
If I could choose again, I'd choose the villain, All because a hero will sacrifice me to save the world, For me, a villain would let the world burn. I'll never choose the storm again, Instead, I'd choose the rain, I don't wanna marry a hero, I'd rather love a villain.