“You were a language I learned by ear,
syllables pressed into the curve of my neck,
intonations traced along my spine.
But love, I have forgotten how to conjugate us—
the past imperfect, the future conditional,
sentences unraveling into tenses
that no longer hold.”
Source: Saltwater & Smoke: Poems of Almosts, Goodbyes, and What We Leave Behind
“Despite the business and auto-rickshaws and bantering Bengalis just beyond his brown front door, Sanjit cultivates a distinct learning environment and energy, one created and galvanized above the tile floors, within the thin walls, below the imperative ceiling fans, and embraced by books.”
Source: The Local School
“...there could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved. Now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted. It was a perpetual estrangement.”
Source: Persuasion
“It's the ones who never loved you enough that come to you when you can't sleep. You always wonder what the future might have held and you'll never know.”
Source: Daisy Jones & The Six
“A tender, relatable set of works on experiencing and overcoming heartbreak. — Kirkus Reviews”
Source: Thunder and Daisy
“The mattress has not learned you are gone.
It still bends in the shape of you,
dips where your weight once settled,”
Source: Saltwater & Smoke: Poems of Almosts, Goodbyes, and What We Leave Behind
“Are you the healing balm I need? I wondered.”
Source: Scarlet Yearnings: Stories of Love and Desire
“The heart should be broken once. Let the heart break. Let the wound surface. Let the heart heal. Let the real you shine.”
“The bruises will fade, but I’m scared the marks on my heart will last forever. What if they never heal, and I’m always just pretending?”
“It's like the poets say,
We end up mirroring those we love,
Maybe...
You ended up an amalgamation of my mistakes,
like the ones I've done over and over again
And I'm sorry mi amor,
But again, I only need the password to your
heart,
Then maybe, just maybe,
I can figure this all out.
(I say this, as I lay in front of your grave
Let me move on, love
I'm tired.)
-Extracted from
Apathetic Eyes, a Poem”