Love letters don't always need to be written with words, you tell me over the phone one day when I ask you to write a letter for me. But I want the memory of your words folded between the pages of my favorite book, I say. We will catch the sunsets, you tell me. And hold all the colours gently in the palms of our hands. We will touch each other with these hands. These lights will be our love letters to each other. My skin glowed that day as the sky smiled in colours I've never heard of. You've been gone for 8 months now, but my skin has never stopped glowing. I'm beginning to think my skin has been stained with your words. Or perhaps, you are still writing love letters to me from up there with every sunset.
-Rupali Jeganathan (@missbookthief)
This world has been a wreckage
and we have been its remnants.
And there is no knot that ties us to the altar
where we are broken again and again.
There is a fire in the distant storm
a river becomes a maiden that weeps at night.
The moon creeps up the sky
without anyone noticing it
and turns the sea into a slaughterhouse.
It takes years for a boy to grow up,
but just a punch to become a man
and that moment of anger
is relived in every next punch,
grabbing of hair,
mauling of skin,
digging of nails,
For ages, a woman acts as an anchor
of a boy's rage
and helps him become a man
When did growing up
became a disgusting act?
This is a new generation
and hate runs through its veins
scratching the insides
and the pain is what we think we deserve.
There is an itch inside my skin
I scratch two times,
the third time I bleed
and I bleed for my family
for my friends
for this world.
It is still the same.
Humanity is purging itself
and every time it takes a Jesus
to die for humanity,
and salvation tastes bittersweet.
You say all the perfect things at all the perfect times. You are my best life discussion conversation mate. You, are my best mate. I always love discussing how we pop our acnes... Like seriously? How gross are we! You are like the shell left on the sand after the low tide. You see, you are precious. Solitary, beautiful and most precious. I love the way you present my flaws to me that I can but caress them. Like, do you tell me lies because they sound better? I've started loving me in all the ways I never thought I could. You made me look finer and winsome to myself! You are the most careless dream and the most alluring nightmare one can ever have. I find myself to be so much of you that sometimes I need to find myself within you, the you in me. I love these lies of yours but still, let me be me! Let not the lies fabricate my mind! Let not your love spoil me way too much that I find all the flaws around me as charming as you are. I find you all around me, within me, everywhere! I know you are the best version of myself but let me be the best version of you too. Let us be our best versions and then the mirrors. Let us let our love grow rather than letting it stay stagnant !