Truth//

His eyes always told me a different story than what his lips narrated//   By Anjana Kameswari 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…

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…

Deep mind

Head is blurred. Mind is knotty. Thought is tangled. Missed words? Never mind. Just prompts. Depth of thought. Meanders in your mind. Paths inside your head. Better now? Should be. May be. Just thoughts. Now I think better. Now I feel sober. Now I know. Any other grief? Not at all, chap. Just plots.  …

Dad//

  Dear Nanna (Translates to Dad), I remember you telling me how I was born to you and amma (Translates to Mom) after 7 years of marriage and it’s been 18 years now, you haven’t stopped treating me like an infant. I very well remember amma telling me how you never let anyone kiss on…

Aimless

Sometimes you must try just for trying, no matter if your try seems aimless. Even if only for fun of leaving a mark, and thus, maybe, achieving something decent. For this seems to be such a short life, so you’d better do your best in the present. When some things seem to be ripe, you…

The Healing.

When the wolves have stopped howling and the world inside me is quiet, I can hear the silent rhythm of my heart healing.   By Rupali Jeganathan | The Girl Lost In The Bookstore Read more texts by this author Follow on Instagram. Image credit: _drasan_

I wish.

I wish people enjoy poetry as much as hypocrisy. I wish they created art rather than wars. I wish hey discuss atoms, aliens, sex, science, music instead of rating each other by ethnicity, religion and nationality. I wish they had a twisted mind who speak with emotion and kindness, not with hate and blindness.  …

Broken glass.

You’re broken glass, and I’ve got Shards of you, stuck to my skin They pierce me, with every breath I take Making me bleed, until I’m covered in blood But don’t they know, that I’m a masochist? Who craves the pain, that comes from loving you? I’ve got my lungs full of you Making it…

The silent age of our happiness.

We live by day, and rest at night, we make our brains believe that we do not care a lot of what others say, but we die a little in the thought. Even though we live for attention. We hate the things that hurt us, but in secret we cherish them. We cherish dead and violence….

Loads

Decisions weigh heavily and you must learn to carry them, to avoid becoming a mere carriage loaded with all the things you could have been and never…

Light

Maybe this sky i used to stare up for hours doesn’t even exist anymore and those stars dust within my lungs never touched the moon. Yet sometimes when the memories are heavier than the air coming out of my soul, that light coming across the cracks of my room seems to me real than anything….