Jaspreet Kaur

“what is stronger
than the human heart
which shatters over and over
and still lives”
― Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

“you were mine
and my life was full
you are no longer mine
and my life
is full”
― Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

“The year is done. I spread the past three hundred sixty-five days before me on the living room carpet. Here is the month I decided to shed everything not deeply committed to my dreams. The day I refused to be a victim to the self-pity. Here is the week I slept in the garden. The spring I wrung the self-doubt by its neck. Hung your kindness up. Took down the calendar. The week I danced so hard my heart learned to float above water again. The summer I unscrewed all the mirrors from their walls. No longer needed to see myself to feel seen. Combed the weight out of my hair. I fold the good days up and place them in my back pocket for safekeeping. Draw the match. Cremate the unnecessary. The light of the fire warms my toes. I pour myself a glass of warm water to cleanse myself for january. Here I go. Stronger and wiser into the new.”
― Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

“it isn't blood that makes you my sister
it's how you understand my heart
as though you carry it
in your body”
― Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers