Hey everyone, here’s another post- current updates on what’s going on with me. I am gonna dive straight in, no useless chitter-chatter. Bear with me. 😉 Recently, I started making art journals, bujo inspired (bullet journal) and I am loving it so far. it sure does take up a lot of time, but I can
Author: Pia Majumdar
her body endures scars each night, with no one to turn to, she bottles it all in with unsaturated doses of whiskey, while waiting impatiently for the sweet release of death. she finally got to witness death, it came rather late than she hoped for, but it did came, and only one color was
I loved you every day as the very first day and the very last I saw nothing else but you and felt all There could have ever been Brief little lightning ripples through me Through the wind They flower in your footsteps Yet form a fading path, not to you But to the abyss of
let go of those who makes your smile disappear don’t hold into something that makes your heartache open your heart and you’ll find those who would give you butterflies, they said. but, here I am, being stuck with you holding on to something the cause of my wounds wounds that bring comfort, as what
Hey guys, what’s up everyone- how are you doing today? I am doing good, well thanks for asking. Can’t say that for the weather though, it’s so hot and humid in Kolkata now, I want to cry my eyes out. Anyways, so as you know that I had my birthday a few days back, I
Your existence is poetry to me. You are like an accidental good read that was left undiscovered, The kinds where I never want the story to come to an end The kinds where as I flip the pages, I do not feel like I know the plot better, but rather, there’s so much more to
the sky was in his eyes blue with clouds floating in his smile. His voice rushed of pines in a breeze, his hair told of green meadows in the spring; he scented of northern lights… And I knew I had met a wild soul, just as wild as mine.
time clashes it’s whip against the fantasy of this world for mourning is to come, as anticipated but I look into your eyes and I see the ocean and it’s gems endless and shimmering with affection and acceptance I press my sneakers between the railings and screech embers fling from my mouth for I have
Hey guys, how is everyone doing today? I hope you are doing well dear friends. I am so excited to share my art journal post here on my blog, do check it out on my Instagram account too if you would like 😍❤️ This is my first attempt of making this and it took me
Sparkling eyes and tender flesh are shielded From the world in a tight hug. A photograph captures my father’s love. Gentle waves come home to shore, sloshing against the sand, A constant in this changing land. Sunset paints the azure sky, And its fiery orb disappears into cool gray water. A paradise in a different
Not everyone craves a birthday cake on their birthday, some desire Pizza too 😉
Keep your faith intact, honey, you will bloom again. – Pia Majumdar You know those moments when you tell yourself, “I just gotta trust the universe.” Whether it’s because things in your life feel chaotic or just plain overwhelming, sometimes you just know you need to surrender and learn to trust that things will work
Like the final kiss, you placed so indifferently on me while my heart was screaming ‘please don’t go’, words that my mouth was never able to tell. And now the night shares the story of us again, so I listen foolishly to keep you a little closer, for the promise you could never keep was
• I trust too easily. I fall too hard. I forgive in an instant, if I love them. I am ready to get past the bad thing you have done. In this world of e-books, I still like the heavenly scent coming off from new books. What more do you need to see whether I
The sadness came and it didn’t look like you or the words that erupted like volcanoes from your vocal cords. It looked like me with my eyes wide watching every mistake I’ve ever made in the mirror on my bathroom wall. It looked like every last drop of alcohol that comforts my throat at 10
Tell me a reason to stay Tell me a story that makes me forget the pain Sing me a song that won’t break my heart But the whispers won’t let me listen to your beautiful voice There’s something through my eyes There’s something in my head But there’s nothing in my heart You wanna be
Treat yourself right first, before you try to treat others accordingly ❤
It’s gonna be night soon, please promise you won’t be late in this unknown place? I promise ma, please shant ho jao. Travelling with your fun once you are older is never fun. Anyways, I finally convinced mom to let me go for an evening stroll along the outskirts of the forest, while a tiny
We decided to go on a date, it’s been ages since we saw each other due to our hectic schedule, long distance relation sucks. We decided to meet at the Starbucks on Friday at 6:30 pm. Thursday night, lying in bed I thought about the blood; blood has always been the reason I did this.
I really hope she comes with us too, when we leave this house. Who are you talking about? The one who plays with me till dawn, my friend who lives under my bed.
I’d let you break my heart in pieces to see the words they would become, emerging as poetry.
The battleground is my cathedral, But, there’s more to the story, than what it appears. A war written story, from blood and from tears. My son went to war, a very proud man. He fought in Rajasthan, on the hot desert sands. He witnessed his buddies, his comrades, his men, bleeding and dying, he witnessed
I can feel my lungs collapsing with every shallow breath and I can’t decide if it’s the holes left behind, from cigarette smoke burns, Or the pieces of me that followed behind you. It’s 1:05 now and as much as I keep trying to warp the truth, the minutes tick on leaving me stranded in
Huddled in a corner with a pen the paper blots up tears and ink and offers no hope of surcease to seeds of panic poised to grow. If only a little rain would fall. // my eyes adjusted to the dark last night of the light that fades in, flickering in
He knows what he wants and it’s not me, she’s quiet, distant she’s not the one on your mind at 3am when you’re drunk enough to sing bad karaoke // Her eyes glistened with unshed tears while the 3am darkness haunts her reminding her of her lost ones a part of her forever gone. Pieces
Hey everyone, how’s it going? So, after many months of coaxing, I finally opened a photo type blog account on Instagram, thanks to my friends, do check it out guys 🙂 Here it is- freezethoseseconds Here is the link- https://www.instagram.com/freezethoseseconds/?hl=en
falling for you was easy, it doesn’t feel like falling at all it was quiet, as quiet as your smile it’s serene, feels like I am coming home after years of floating around in a sea.
“You’ve been treating it like a summer home; vacant, drafty, neglected; and yet you expect it to be in top working order whenever you decide to honor it with your presence”, he scolds. “But I must inhabit the bustling city, my first home, if I am to survive the marathons of days of disembodied vigilance.”
When I saw the woman in the middle of the road swat thin air, I recognized it; schizophrenia. I approached her, she turned, and her face distorting horribly, her hands waved me away. “No, no! Go, go now!” she demanded, heading off down the road. I followed at some distance, trying carefully not to spook
The mole above his lip, at the left side, the way his lips curled when he smiled, the way he adjusted his specs and his messy hair fell on his forehead… Yup… I fell head over heels within a few fragments of time…but didn’t mean you knew everything about me likewise. But, if you are