Those Imperfect Strokes Quotes

“No, I don't miss you... Not in a way that one is missed.
But I think of you.
Sometimes.
In the way that one might think of the summer sunshine
On a winter night...”
― Sreesha Divakaran, Those Imperfect Strokes

“You don't fade from within my mind; it's a flaw
That I dwell on each moment, cling to you
Like smoke escaping my fingers while the candles burn them raw”
― Sreesha Divakaran, Those Imperfect Strokes

“Your silences remain; they are your biggest mask.”
― Sreesha Divakaran, Those Imperfect Strokes

“I pour blood on my naiveté, your apathy, and your betrayal tonight.”
― Sreesha Divakaran, Those Imperfect Strokes

“Vanity remains a feeble weapon
The delusional wearer of it considers herself strong”
― Sreesha Divakaran, Those Imperfect Strokes

“In that moment, hell may have ascended,
Or heaven may have descended only to save me and prove,
What I carry is an exaggerated memory of an imagined beautiful love.
This love is tainted with treachery; it will be my doom.”
― Sreesha Divakaran, Those Imperfect Strokes

“And what part of me will begin
To forget you first; the sudden
Pains that shoot to my bruised palms
As I think of you in the cover of the dark,
Or the invisible hand
Clutching at my heart, as it knocks against its savage cage,
Or my still swollen lips
As they remember the touch of your gentle fingertips?”
― Sreesha Divakaran, Those Imperfect Strokes