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…

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…

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.

First time

I remember the first time we met you promised you won’t let go  you said some people are like flowers: they grow up with the marrow of your bones, light up the darkest parts of your heart and leaves traces within your soul. But the you left me with broken bones, a heart stabbed with…

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…

Sacrifice

What is there in her that she makes you forget all the pain? What makes her so special? What does she do that helps you grow? Why does her name bring you all the happiness? Are you sure she’s your best friend? Are you sure you’re not in love with her? He stood there silently. He…

Hourglass

You’re So far from me that the distance between us feels as a deadly dagger that cuts off me my jugular and flays my soul slowly and painfully. But time is my ally to alleviate this pain. Although, sometimes, the damn clock is unable to show the hours and its obsolete, but intricate precision mechanism…

Truth//

His eyes always told me a different story than what his lips narrated//   By Anjana Kameswari Read more texts by this author

Happy Gandhi Jayanti..

  What is 2nd October? “Mahatma Gandhi Birthday” Dear Bapu, Hello, My name is Chirayu. You haven’t heard my name, but I do, not only me but every Indian does. So today I’m writing to you this letter for two purposes: first to wish you in my way and second to gift you something special…

Cupid is dead

How many times have I heard that story? How many times have you asked me to forgive? There have been so many times that I don’t believe you and wonder how the hell could I ever do it. But the answer is clear enough and I won’t stumble over the same stone twice: once again…

I know ..

find the light
in all that darkness
in all that pain 

Inside of you

I was so inside of you that I know your heartbeat, I know how you are inside, and I still can’t understand how hour heart fits in your breast. I was inside of you, while you were giving me life even before it had started. I was so inside of you that I learned by…