You are abandoned places with run down houses hidden in a corner of a map, long forgotten, always overlooked. I will search every corner of the map till I find you and, when I do I will travel the world to find you and your … Continue reading For the lost and lonely.
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..
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.
Somewhere, in another world. on the corner of a lonely street, the clock is forever stuck at 11.11, and two lovers sit on the sidewalk stealing all the stars from the sky and cramming them inside their pockets. Somewhere, in another world, we still live, … Continue reading Frozen.
Break
this poem
in half.
And
all it will whisper
is your name.
-Rupali Jeganathan | The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
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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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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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The sun sinks its hands into my flesh, and creates a sky out of the sadness inside. – The half moon nestled behind my ear, whispers poetry in my ears, and I swallow it down. My mouth stinks of love. – I hear crumbling houses … Continue reading How the world helped me heal-I
There’s something About The dark hours Of 2 a.m That switches on The lanterns Along your spine And lets you see, Clearly, The words Gushing mutely Through your bones. -Rupali Jeganathan | The Girl Lost In The Bookstore Follow me on Instagram.
Today, I mixed
A bit of
Your memories
With the watercolours
And painted
Poetry
On the walls-
No one knows
Why the walls
Glow
At night.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
This makes no sense, but okay.
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