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: Night sky
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.
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.
How the skies turned blue.
It is said that The skies were once A blur of oranges Mixed with lilacs Sprinkled with vermillions With a pinch of Periwinkle thrown in. Yellows occasionally danced Inviting the emeralds along. Amber streaks Sang across the skies, And auburns would Join in for the … Continue reading How the skies turned blue.
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