Girls born in August

have their wings

smeared with

fiery scars

lips inked

in confidence

manifesting

dreams into life;

fix each other's crown

and tiaras of smile

-devi

August whispers to me, it is not over yet, it has just begun

"This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand."

-Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking

"August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time."

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

this, this, this- is my love letter to you & your love your love that sings me to sleep wakes me up life, gives me strength to live, and to smile- a small impermanent home tucked on my ears like the dandelions you picked up while coming to meet me for the first time you reek of a little nostalgia mixed gently with utmost frailty that gives me sanity tell me, all about the million things that go in that cute head of yours , I'm here I'm here to listen to it all, patiently I am here I'm here to stay -devi . . . . . . . . . . . . picture- pinterest #love #poems #new #safe #home #bollywood #shortpoetry #you #me #us (at Kolkata) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgyKlkcrBnt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=