Sanjana Kumar   (The Cold air.)
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Personally, I like a chocolate covered sky.
Joined 8 December 2017


Personally, I like a chocolate covered sky.
Joined 8 December 2017
Sanjana Kumar 15 JUN AT 1:38

Tomorrow Deserves to be Young.

A poem on loving.



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Sanjana Kumar 26 APR AT 21:40

Sometimes the love is harsh, it's the sun's love.
But I'd rather wave my arms a little more mellow, look the giver in the eye, than to droop my eyes down lower to the ground. Sweet sweet mother earth, she holds me and yet I must pay my homage to the colour I see on my skin.


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Sanjana Kumar 22 APR AT 0:06

In a hidden corner of the universe, the sound of a snail moving and moving away is still distinct, as if time really did it the honour of standing still and the dew drop decided to lie down gentler than usual, on the big leaf you caress.

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Sanjana Kumar 2 APR AT 11:26

I don't smile at them often. But sometimes I must. And sometimes I must acknowledge how I envy the dainty cycle of seasons, the back and forth to grey clouds, to red headed migratory birds calling at my window even when the curtains are drawn.

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Sanjana Kumar 30 MAR AT 20:34

There's something almost
petulant in the crisp summer
evenings.
The way the sun looks stark
orange against a bored sky.

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Sanjana Kumar 26 MAR AT 21:03

You know too much. About me.
About the sun and her flowers.
About how the spiral of hope makes
room for itself amidst the petals.
I look up at you. And I can look down
at us, at once almost. We're happy.

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Sanjana Kumar 18 MAR AT 14:50

If I hold on to the flowers for too long, they won't grow roots. Or grow all over us. They'll wither. Taking away the mildness of their scents with them.
So, gift me potted flower plants. And if they die, I'll plant another one but we'll both have put in enough effort to keep the pot in use and the mellow madness alive.
I'm dancing alone now, by the way.
I finally understand your tears at the thought of having to dance without me. To a song I can't sing very well but we both like, nonetheless.

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Sanjana Kumar 16 MAR AT 14:06

The songs seem clean.
Like the plains have held
on to the spring for too long.
And now they're letting go.
Baring the branches.
Folding up the dried petals.

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Sanjana Kumar 25 FEB AT 10:56

Hey. I'm still holding on to the hope I'll bump into you someday. And maybe trip over my coffee cup on you and you could scold me. I'll treat you to chocolate something maybe and you'd forgive me.

(Read the letter, you-know-who)

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Sanjana Kumar 16 JAN AT 19:44


Closure isn't for sale, evidently. And no amount I'm willing to spare can compete to the vulnerability my bones could spell out as they sound so hollow, as hollow as the condolence I extend to you in hopes I'll be consoling myself.

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