#sarositara

[sarositara]

"Fractured pieces" 💙🌊❄️

Something within me fractured,

Not with a scream, but a soft implosion—

The kind that leaves the world unknowing,

A quite haemorrhage beneath the skin,

An invisible bleed that mars the soul.

Your lips, which I once longed to kiss,

Became the blades of truth,

Cutting through the illusions I wove so carefully,

Turning my desires to dust,

Scattered in the wind like the ashes of forgotten dreams.

Your gaze, blazing with the passionate fire,

Met mine with the coldness of cosmic voids,

And I, drowning in the icy steans of your indifference,

Clung to the memory of warmth,

Not realizing it was a lie, a mirage, a fever dream.

I thought your hands meant for solace,

Could cradle my trembling heart,

But they pushed, pushed until I fell,

Tumbling through the dark void,

With nothing but the echo of your laughter,

To keep me company in the abyss.

Those evenings, where every touch was a spark,

I imagined we were gods,

You, the air that filled my lungs,

Me, the earth beneath your feet—

But it was only a storm you conjured,

Leaving me soaked, shivering, and alone.

You held me, oh how you held me—

And in your arms, I dared to hope,

Thinking your eyes harbored something profound,

A depth I could drown in willingly.

But I was wrong, wasn’t I?

You were shallow as a puddle,

Reflecting only the surface,

While I searched for oceans.

How foolish I was,

To mistake your fleeting glances for connection,

My kindness, an open door you walked through,

Only to leave it ajar,

Letting the cold wind rush in,

Reminding me of the emptiness you left behind.

- Sarositara ✨

[sarositara]

I'm the girl no one noticed, 

a shadow stitched in the corners of rooms, 

never the moon, only the dust 

that glows faintly in the echo of her light.

I could carry the weight of worlds 

tangled in the soft sigh of my lungs,

but the air presses down so heavy, 

too thick to breathe, too thin to drown in. 

The universe, blind to girls like me, 

no magic ever cast my way, no spell ever found.

I'm not the heroine, 

just a simple girl, selfish in her quiet, 

a seeker of solitude, 

softened by the sharpness of little things— 

and I hate myself for it.

For the rules I broke to feel, 

for the lines I crossed to melt 

at the mundane sweetness 

that should’ve left me cold.

I loved too easily, broke too quick, 

and for what? For no one, not a soul, 

would dare love a star 

when the moon hangs heavy in the sky, 

glowing like a secret, 

too bright to see the small light I offer.

No one would ever choose me, 

even as I stood with love, 

a storm strong enough to tear heaven apart. 

No one hears my screams or sees my tears, 

all hidden beneath the mask I wear, 

a mask of nonchalance 

that cracks with every breath, 

but still—no one notices.

A mere star, 

while the moon sings, 

blazing with her magic, 

and I, alone, fade into the night.

[sarositara]

Where the Wild Roses Wither 🖤🥀

Why did you come into my life

Just to make me believe in love?

Then left like love was never mine to hold,

A shadow that slipped through my fingers,

Leaving nothing but dust and drought

Where flowers once bloomed.

Sometimes, I wonder—

Is love a thing for someone like me,

A cynic, too idealistic for this brittle world?

I opened my heart, let it breathe

In the arms of another,

Only to find myself a barren land

With no seed, no water, no rain.

I've cried myself to sleep,

In the quiet, in the dark,

Where no one can reach me,

A frequency too high, too strange,

For anyone to meet me there.

All I’ve known is being walked over,

A doormat for broken souls,

A rebound, a fleeting desire—

Lusted after, used, discarded

Like promises made of smoke,

Trust shattered like stained glass.

And yet, my heart still aches for love—

Compassion, kindness—

Things I've never truly held by.

Maybe I was born in the wrong world.

Maybe love is a language I’ll only learn

Through the pages of a book,

Through songs that make me weep

For something I’ll never touch.

Maybe love is a dream I can’t wake from,

A feeling only real in the silence

Between the notes of a song.

But still, my heart yearns,

And still, I wait for something

I may never find.

[sarositara]

Haemorrhage of the heart // things left unsaid ft.Journal pages

I would write his name in every cell,

A constellation mapped across my skin—

Give him the moon, the stars,

Whatever this world dare not grant me.

Oh, how the mind balks at such thoughts,

So delusional, so fevered, yet still—

I hold onto the ache like an ancient song,

A hymn carved into bones, waiting.

He says, “Go forward, unlatch the door,”

But he does not know

He left the lock broken,

My heart emptied and left ajar,

Swaying in the dark winds of devotion,

Each pulse a plea he’ll never hear.

Obsession? No, this is prayer,

A soul bent and bowed, head low to the earth,

The ache is endless, a quiet madness

Spilling through each brittle dawn.

And he, unaware of the altar I built,

Of the relics I keep in hidden journals,

Believes I will mend, fill my days with quiet tasks

That bear no trace of him—how naïve.

I have tried to hate, tried to pull back

Each ragged edge of longing,

But my heart rebels, my mind refuses.

How could I despise a name

That opens like a wound and blooms?

How could I scorn what’s carved

So deeply, with the precision of a blade,

Through the sinews of my own ghost?

Oh, I would shatter gladly if he willed it,

Burn as a fallen star, a silent offering.

This love is not gentle, not kind,

But a fierce, tender violence—

That I could turn against myself

For his shadow,

That I could cherish this breaking

As proof of a bond that cuts to the marrow.

How much dam can one soul hold?

How much ache must bleed before it quiets?

He, the walking poem, lives unfazed,

But I am undone, endless, infinite—

Bound in threads woven of blood and stardust,

And still, my hands reach, though I know not

If they will ever touch him again.

[sarositara]

Maybe this is how it feels Stabbed by a giant needle Bleeding but growing a red rose Mighty souls might've took it well, But what about the fragile ones? Why do they always have to feel alienated?

How can I move on when I didn't even had him in the first place all the what ifs haunting me deciphering all the possibilities of us screaming right at me "only if you could wait a little bit longer" Little did he know I could wait for years little did he know he gave me so much to write about that it feels like one lifetime isn't enough!

I could feel it in his eyes tired,exhausted,detached from all the things that gave him happiness lost in the process of finding he seems to be content finding it in himself!

Love, the strange word with lots of definition Yet none could describe it Weird whatever we do for love we do out of love still we don't know what's love no guarantee no surety yet we still fell for its purity It drives the world like an exhaustible fuel!

- Sitara 💜🌟

Unedited snippets from my notes app // for all the love that went unexpressed.

[sarositara]

With every falling droplets on the earth

Merging with the ground, sinking deeply

I wish my dehydrated roots never felt dry

All those what ifs haunting me steeply

The smell of petrichor hit the nostrils

I watch it ease away the moments missed

Echoes of a past that we can't confess

The rain's embrace, a bittersweet kiss

- Rain scented regrets // between the pages of my lost journal!

I could burn for you while you don't even know my name!

But when I lay on the ground

Like the dormant seeds

He poured on me like rain

Now I'm growing chrysanthemum tree

Blooming at every verses I'm reciting

For that I'll be forever grateful!

- © sarositara

[sarositara]

I placed stars in places you’d never think to look,

Left fragments of the moon along your path,

Offered pieces of something deeper than skin,

But the question hung between us: "Who asked you?"

I gathered my flaws in quiet corners,

Let my doubts fall like dust in the light,

Yet somehow, your gaze passed through me—

Like a figure in the background,

Fading while someone else shined.

And I wonder, if the edges of me were softer,

Would you have held on tighter?

If I mirrored a beauty you recognized,

Would your eyes have lingered a moment longer?

What was it that I missed

In the way I unfolded myself before you?

You speak of love like a well-learned verse,

Of how small things are meant to be seen,

Yet mine—

They drift like echoes in a room too large to hear,

Gathering dust in forgotten spaces.

You ask for something, but it’s never this,

It’s never here—

Always reaching for a shape

That doesn’t wear my skin,

Leaving me to wonder

When I stopped feeling like enough.

I stand here, a breath away,

But you’ve long been looking elsewhere,

While I offer constellations,

And all you leave me with

Is the emptiness of a quiet sky.

-Sitara ✨

[sarositara]

Don't get too close, I'll turn you into poetry // enter at your own risk. Ft. The moon of my life!

There was something electric in that fleeting view-

The bare, chiseled neck; the navy vest -clung to you

Biceps sculpted, just below below the Adam's line,

There's the moon locket, hanging proud, oh so divine.

I felt a bang - a quiet jealousy for the way

It lay, so effortlessly, where I could not

But that frame touched something that it couldn't reach

And my soul cried pleasure, discovering beneath-

The peppered mole, a hidden mark, delicate and small,

Above your heart - a secret constellation

I've never meant to find.

A detail that felt almost too intimate

For eyes that weren't meant to linger there!

To you, it's nothing - a moment passed with ease,

But to me, it's the kind of pull that brings me to my knees.

Carrying the glimpse long after it had passed,

Etching it deeper with each return,

Untill you became more than just a memory!

When it plays,

"வேர்வை துளி முகத்தில் வைர கற்கள்

அழகை கூற தமிழில் இல்லை சொற்கள்

மீசை முடி கரிய அருகம் புற்கள்

தாவி மெல்ல கடிக்க ஏங்கும் பற்கள்"

I felt that😩🖤🌜