I want to cackle I want to weep I want to break the banister of this escalator and scream freeeeedommmm I want to wobble I want to collapse I want to
I drown in the moon’s soft blessings. She drops a lullaby attuned by the star-filigreed sky. I sleep to the melody, as warmth sears through my tired veins. Can this occur
Can this mirror reflect all my invisibles? The heaviness behind my kohl-lined eyes. The truths that stay buried between the creases of my magenta lips. The bone-deep smiles my contoured
How do I lock my yesterdays, when they are still hinged to your memories and the key is gilded with your sweet ignorance? ©Kavya Janani. U If you are in
her tongue lashes out poetry is her main school inside her pained words some revolutions slumber her voice never deviates ©Kavya Janani. U If you are in love with my
It was 11.12 AM when you shook my hands and Cupid struck only me. It was always 11.12 AM when you spoke in your marshmallow voice. I had begun to
Like Neptune, my love for you is still discreet. So, the moon spills a poem for you, And the stars spin it into a melody. Will your marzipan heart ever realize? So,
The sun peeps in, a sliver of its ray streaming on my cream paper. My words jump out, trace the path of the ray. Up, up, up. Inception of New
I am becoming the main character By reviving myself from the wreckage. My skin is embalmed with this superpower. I don’t lock my passion in a chamber Instead, I give
Tell me why the daisies sing when they listen to your voice. Tell me why the crepuscular sky turns golden green when you look at it. Tell me why my