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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Tag: Broken
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.
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How the world helped me heal-I
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
2 a.m.
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.
Letters to my mother.
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.
Language of the seas.
I search for words In the front pockets Of your unbuttoned denims Hanging just behind the door, And in the fragrance of the flowers That will decorate Your graveyard someday. * I search for words Underneath the dust That decorates the frame Of our photograph, … Continue reading Language of the seas.
Soul poetry.
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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Destruction.
The world sells destruction. And, I eat it for breakfast. My home. No, not a home. My house is too small to fit in all my anger and destruction. I see it leaking. Cutting the sunlight in two. I sold my soul to the devil … Continue reading Destruction.
Music.
There seems to be A lot of heartbreak Lying around these days. * People collect it in tiny jars, And display it proudly on their shelves As if it is a thing of pride. Some wear it like the most Magnificent of pearls, Shiny and … Continue reading Music.
La douleur exquise.
Nobody told me How hard this would be. Nobody told me That being methodical Won’t help me, Not this time. * That, charts and graphs On how long it takes To get over someone Would be as useful to me As a bicycle is to … Continue reading La douleur exquise.
Literature Is My Porn 