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…

Sacrifice

What is there in her that she makes you forget all the pain? What makes her so special? What does she do that helps you grow? Why does her name bring you all the happiness? Are you sure she’s your best friend? Are you sure you’re not in love with her? He stood there silently. He…

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…

Coffin.

I Thought we would meet again. My instinct said that we will meet again. My heart said that we will meet again. The after a long time we met, but in that place where once we decided to go together.   By Chirayu Sharma 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…

I know ..

find the light
in all that darkness
in all that pain 

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…

Who you are?.

  Who are you Who am I Who are the rest of the world Who knows I, you and everyone are just a different characters that has its own role to perform In everyone’s life.     By Chirayu Sharma Read more texts by this author

Dreams. 

It was a chaos. The one that can’t be controlled or altered. Cannot be channeled in the right direction. It is how it is. I woke up in the morning drenched in my own sweat. Panting as I ran from my own demons. The ray of light gave me a sigh of relief. Walking down that…

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…