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.

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…

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…

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…

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…

Stability Vs. Passion

    And you thought I’d never realise The secrets you hid The times you lied The days you spit excuses to not meet me The nights you let me believe you were up for me The words you swallowed back to keep it going The letters you backspaced so it wouldn’t cost you The…

Infidelity//

As the train moves And I force myself to sleep I can’t help but think, How it would have been  If you didn’t make me  A victim of infidelity  If you didn’t scar my soul  And be thrilled about it  If you didn’t ignore me  And not feel a thing about it And how it…

2:00 am

Seeing someone you love suffering is scary. It devitalize your skin, eats your bones and leave you weak like a child crying with no voice, like an ocean too salty to roar, like a city full of homes with no sunsets and roses. Seeing someone you love suffering is scary. It haunts your thoughts, slave…

A Primrose//

It hurt me when you left me high and dry in the middle of everything right when I needed you the most. But it hurt me more when I called you six months later, sobbing, with my voice as heavy as the lump your heart once had and you kept saying hello even after I…

It’s 4 a.m. and I’ve lost my sense of time

Originally posted in Spanish on our site Letras & Poesía It’s four o’clock in the morning. I have lost my sense of time, I don’t know how many hours I’ve already spent here sitting on the floor, writing in my computer, but all I know is I’ve never felt like this before. Tranquility reigns all around…

Stranded Cinderella

Originally posted in Spanish on our site Letras & Poesía I have strolled all those streets where you hugged me, looking in the corners for that joy I now think lost. I have walked through Madrid, asking around in the bars. I have poked around in the benches, in case I found us talking, and I…