If Music Were A Person.

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 I live You never stop Playing music Like I am…

Lone Wolf.

  Underneath the starry sky A lone wolf Howls at the full moon Its cries, hauntingly familiar And, oh-so-heartbreaking. * From behind a tree Another wolf watches The lone wolf howling With melancholic eyes For, it knows the pain Of yearning for a love It can never touch. -Rupali Jeganathan Image Credits: CCO. P.S. Inspired…

Love me.

Love me, And I’ll let you win at scrabble. Put down the book I’m reading, Just to smile at you. * Pretend to be asleep, Just to let you watch me a little more. Go to the beach during sun set, And watch you instead. * Love me, And I’ll write poems for you Letting…

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…

Truth//

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

Inside of you

I was so inside of you that I know your heartbeat, I know how you are inside, and I still can’t understand how hour heart fits in your breast. I was inside of you, while you were giving me life even before it had started. I was so inside of you that I learned by…

I just wish//

When my pale skin touched yours, and the heat of my body was enough to shield us both from your coldness, I wish you found it soothing like I did. When your dark brown eyes looked at mine, I wish you didn’t look away before I did. When I hugged you, I wish you wrapped…

Questions (originally published on a Monday…)

Today it’s Monday, yes. Monday, that day so many hate. That day I also hate sometimes. And, nevertheless, it’s going to be a Monday on which I will give way to this new adventure I am now starting with you. Who knows!! Maybe Mondays are not that bad after all… The warm summer is about…

Fifty times

Fifty seconds of pleasure. Fifty minutes of birth. Fifty hours of leisure. Fifty days of mirth. Fifty weeks of innocence. Fifty months of strife. Fifty seasons of evidence. Fifty years of life. By Luca Arnaldo Read more texts by this author

Don’t fall for him//(Abort Mission)

Don’t fall for him. I repeat, do not. When the tall guy with the irresistible voice tells you he loves you, don’t believe him. When the guy with the amber colored eyes that you fell for in the first glimpse winks at you and gives you a half smirk half smile, don’t fall head over…