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.

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…

A Casket of Roses//

  I try to tell my friends That I am the same person On the outside. The same smile, The same tears, The same pale skin that is trying to cover my lifeless soul. But what has changed now Is my urge to look forward to things My excitement when I look at people. I…

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…

The world.

Look at the widow, tell me what you see. You probably see the same things that you have been seeing for years. You see anxiety, stress and people who are terrified from time. I loved time, I have always had it as a way to free myself. Like the times the sunlight endured my heavy…

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…

Me. Love. 

Art is creation, is the self-expression of the misunderstood. Art is suffering, some days it transforms into spring flowers and winter laughs, but some days it remains suffering. Mirrors are a trembling reminder of war. Personal and sentimental. Loneliness. Sometimes they are your only friend. Water fills our soul, sleep reduces the pain in it….