Drowning, rescuing myself

I was drowning. That was the truth. Trying to understand why everything ended the way it did. We loved us, that was for sure. But love wasn’t enough, even though I refused thinking that way. Life, how would it be now? Now that you are no longer here, next to me. Now that I cannot…

A year since I don’t love you

Today it’s been a year since I don’t love you. So, twelve months of misfortune, fifty-two weeks of embitterment, four seasons of endless downpour. Your reproach was a hard blow, in a hurry you spat it out by treason, my poor heart was armourless, it didn’t expect that hurting gambit. It’s been a year since…

Everything we were

Of the earthquake we were, I remained as the crevice. Exposed. With that sound cracking me from inside. Although maybe it were my ribs while breathing. Of the storm we were, I remained as the drop, that became big like a pond, that nobody knew, but that was deeper and not just a reflection. Of…

If only we understood more//

If only we understood more. If only we started understanding people the way we want to be understood. We tend to judge people and give them tags based on an event, an act or the circumstances without really trying to figure out if there’s more to the story. The girl who speaks a lot probably…

Course

So near, yet so far, I can’t understand if I see a reflection or if you are under my skin. Maybe it’s a mirror or it’s what I want to see. It might be so complex, but that’s how it should be. I intertwine my course hoping to gain access. I let my hope guide…

Demons.

2am again Night has fallen Covering everything in dark My heart is covered in dread Should be anytime now This is the time When my demons come to visit They crawl out of the corners Where they hide all day long Waiting for night to fall They crawl unbidden Into my mind And whisper ugly…

Bruised Melodies.

My broken pieces dance  to the rhythm of your bruised melodies.   By Rupali Jeganathan Read more texts by this author Image credits: Google. Follow me on Instagram and Medium.

First time

I remember the first time we met you promised you won’t let go  you said some people are like flowers: they grow up with the marrow of your bones, light up the darkest parts of your heart and leaves traces within your soul. But the you left me with broken bones, a heart stabbed with…

Pieces.

You took pieces of me with you when you walked out the door on that cold December night. Now I’m an unfinished jigsaw puzzle, with pieces missing here and there. Since then I’ve been searching For all my missing pieces, in all the wrong places. I’ve crossed oceans, and travelled across continents trying to fill…

Ten reasons for remaining a child

“Praise to the soul’s immortality” 1. I am like a child, I don’t believe in tomorrow, that’s why I don’t fall asleep early. I need the police to avoid erring and a priest to confess. 2. I am like a child, when you don’t see me I behave like I am. And if you don’t…

Truth//

His eyes always told me a different story than what his lips narrated//   By Anjana Kameswari Read more texts by this author

Poetry

The solitude of poetry, the solitude of the years. The poetry of solitude, the years of solitude. The weight of the years like a self-denial of threads in crucifixion. The sea without owner. The vacuum of poetry, the vacuum of life. The poetry of vacuum, the life of vacuum. The weight of your dead like…