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…

Dreamland.

You’ve been walking For so long On the fine line Between dreams And reality. Take my hand And lets tumble Headfirst Into the land Where we can wear Magic on the tip Of our tongue, Taste the stars On our lips, And laugh at Reality For ever thinking It could Trap us. -Rupali Jeganathan \…

Hiraeth.

I’ve burned down stars And crossed entire oceans With homesickness Being the only Feeling I’ve ever known. My bones ache To belong But I wonder How can I Feel hiraeth When no place has Ever quite Felt like home? -Rupali Jeganathan Follow me on my personal blog at Literature Is My Porn.

Scripturient.

Scripturient : A consuming passion to write It starts off as a little thought A little thought, taking root in my mind It grows, and grows Until I can’t ignore it anymore It consumes me Fighting with all the other thoughts in my head All the other utterly useless thoughts Until it’s the only thing…

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…

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.

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…

Sentranced.

Sentranced: Captivated by a beautifully written sentence.   I want to devour the words from the pages, until it is not blood in my veins, but your words; till they fill me up, and make me feel alive; till I become the words I read. But, I’m just left staring at the pages, over and over…

The Coffee Shop.

I’m the girl in the coffee shop Writing about you, the boy On the other side of The glass door. Rihanna is crooning in my ear About how even if she reaches all her fingers She can feel more than distance between them. And that’s how I feel Looking at you You spot me, and…

Infect.

Dip your pen In magic And love And Infect The whole world Through your words.   By Rupali Jeganathan Read more texts by this author Image credits: Google Follow on Instagram.