Category: Poetry

Am I not beautiful?

You caress the skin on my cheeks lightly like an artist making strokes with his brush, and your fingers come away tainted with poetry. Tell me, how am I not beautiful? -Rupali Jeganathan | The Girl Lost In The Bookstore Follow me on Instagram..   

Stain.

Your name drips off every corner of this paper. The words cannot move an inch without bumping into you. This poem is stained with you. -Rupali Jeganathan | The Girl Lost In The Bookstore   Follow me on Instagram and Tumblr.  

Reasons to stay alive.

All these tiny skies

That open up

Inside you

When someone

Makes gold bloom

Out of your wrists

With their love.

That is a reason

To stay alive.


-Rupali Jeganathan | The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

 

I haven’t been posting much, I know. But I’ve been away taking care of my mental health. How have you all been?

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Darkness is beautiful.

Spend some time

With the night sky

Curled up beside you.

Let it drip secrets

In your ears

About how

Its darkness

Is its most

Breath-taking feature.


-Rupali Jeganathan | The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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