Autumn closes its door, and winter arrives gently like a train slowly pulling into a station. I take out the book tucked under the mattress and sit by the window with a hot cup of tea, my legs snug inside the warm yellow blanket. It … Continue reading A Soft poem.
I try to Recreate With words The poetry You write So gracefully With every shake Of your head And every tap Of your feet. Even your breath Sounds musical Every time I Feel it On my skin. And, I pray That for As long as … Continue reading If Music Were A Person.
As our eyes lock, the moon inside my eyes will cause the ocean inside yours to ripple and tide. We will fall in love not for an eternity, not forever. We will fall in love for the time it takes to blink, we will fall … Continue reading Written in the stars.
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.
Spend some time
With the night sky
Curled up beside you.
Let it drip secrets
In your ears
Is its most
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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.
Before you tell me those three words, let me warn you. Loving me is not going to be easy. Some days you are going to feel like you hold the entire universe in the palm of your hands, ecstatic and infinite. On those days, your … Continue reading Loving me will not be easy.
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.
I want to etch Poetry On snow-capped mountains With words That turn A shy shade Of pink, The colour Of your palm When I pinch it, lightly. * I want to hang Your shattered pieces, Glittering moons In the sky, Their beauty Reflected In the … Continue reading I want to.