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.
All these tiny skies
That open up
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
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i. On days When it is stormy On the inside of my skin, And I can hear The echoes of my heart Breaking Inside my ribcage, You gently pick up The pieces Of my broken dreams Where they have fallen On the floor From the … Continue reading Letters to my mother.
“Let us break the rules Of beauty”, she whispered In my ear. Let us stop swathing our faces With anti-aging, And fairness creams That promise to make Our skin glow. Let us show the world That beauty hides In the wrinkles on your skin, And … Continue reading Rules of beauty.