Devanshi Gupta

“But mostly we’re forgetting we’re dead stars too, my mouth is full/ of dust and I wish to reclaim the rising—/ to lean in the spotlight of streetlight with you, toward/ what’s larger within us, toward how we were born./

Look, we are not unspectacular things,/ we’ve come this far, survived this much. What/ would happen if we decided to survive more?”
― Ada Limon, The Carrying

“what's the use of poetry?
you ask. well, here's a start:
it's anecdotal evidence
about the human heart.”
― Wendy Cope, The Orange and Other Poems

“Ever since I found out that earthworms have taste buds all over the delicate pink strings of their bodies, I pause dropping apple peels into the compost bin, imagine the dark, writhing ecstasy, the sweetness of apples permeating their pores. I offer beets and parsley, avocado, and melon, the feathery tops of carrots.

I'd always thought theirs a menial life, eyeless and hidden, almost vulgar - though now, it seems, they bear a pleasure so sublime, so decadent, I want to contribute however I can, forgetting, a moment, my place on the menu.”
― Danusha Laméris

“With luck we've a few more years
Of sunshine and drinking and laughter
And airports and goodbyes and tears.”
― Wendy Cope, The Orange and Other Poems