Shriya Shrivastava's articles Musings | Poetry The Lipstick The Lipstick. The phony walls that I have built Will they let me out someday? The colorful heart is now with guilt But I won’t ever let it turn grey When will this stillness turn to strings So that I can play them everyday The songbird promised me, it’d sing But even it seems to Written by Shriya Shrivastava September 3, 2026September 3, 2026 Saving Bookmark this article Bookmarked
Musings | Poetry The Lipstick The Lipstick. The phony walls that I have built Will they let me out someday? The colorful heart is now with guilt But I won’t ever let it turn grey When will this stillness turn to strings So that I can play them everyday The songbird promised me, it’d sing But even it seems to Written by Shriya Shrivastava September 3, 2026September 3, 2026 Saving Bookmark this article Bookmarked
