Everything we were

Of the earthquake we were, I remained as the crevice. Exposed. With that sound cracking me from inside. Although maybe it were my ribs while breathing. Of the storm we were, I remained as the drop, that became big like a pond, that nobody knew, but that was deeper and not just a reflection. Of…

You comfort my soul

I see you, I hear you, I feel you;
comforting my soul..

If only we understood more//

If only we understood more. If only we started understanding people the way we want to be understood. We tend to judge people and give them tags based on an event, an act or the circumstances without really trying to figure out if there’s more to the story. The girl who speaks a lot probably…

Healing.. a process

I know these sudden urges, where we lose control.. At times we give into them and fail to fight back. On other occasions, we beat it proud and good And in both cases it’s okay..  Don’t kill yourself over the choices you had already made. Not always we are right, not every time we are…

Course

So near, yet so far, I can’t understand if I see a reflection or if you are under my skin. Maybe it’s a mirror or it’s what I want to see. It might be so complex, but that’s how it should be. I intertwine my course hoping to gain access. I let my hope guide…

Dancing under starlight

Dancing under starlight, although I haven’t a clue of dancing. I look at you in your eyes and I lose myself in them. I get on your feed on tip toes and I get carried away by your dancer steps. Maybe with each swing we climb a step, perhaps halfway through the song we’ll have…

Exchanges

“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.” ― Anaïs Nin, poet. I read this book once about a brother and sister who divvied up the world when they were young (metaphorically of course), and…

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…

A love song

[Image from http://www.billboard.com%5D I want to write a love song that talks about you and me but words aren’t enough anymore to mourn for a love that is dying. Maybe they can’t find their place among so many dead bodies or perhaps when everything ends there’s nothing left. Maybe, perhaps… That’s enough so many useless…

Now I Have No Idea Who You Are

“You threw in the towel, I broke your heart, but there’s a first time for everything. Who would’ve thought you’d feel so cold, and all these memories seem so old, to think you were my everything…” – “Camouflage,” Selena Gomez, Revival. I think I have been on a writing coma for a few months now….

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.