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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Tag: Love poetry
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.
I want to.
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.
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.
Rules of beauty.
“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.
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
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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.
Anacampserote.
Anacampserote- something that can bring back a lost love
In the place
Where our dreams
And realities collide,
In the spaces
Between each minute,
In the magic
That resides
Within your words-
That’s where
You’ll find me.
That’s where
I’ll be waiting.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
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We.
We cut open the minutes And pour poetry inside them Trying to immortalize the seconds. We hear a thousand stories In the silence Between the moonbeams. We see a million colours In the darkness that resides In the spaces between two stars. We listen to … Continue reading We.
Moonless midnight of my mind.
Don’t just dip your toes
Into the moonless midnight
Of my mind
Plunge headfirst
With abandon
Make your home
Among the dark waters
Swim, until you find
All the secret caves.
Don’t be afraid, darling
For I know
You are no stranger
To the darkness.
Colour me happy with
All the shades
Of your name
And the day the sun
Finally begins to shine
Down on my waters
Will be marked in history
As the day two souls danced
To the whispers
Of a heart
That is broken no more.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
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