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The stale take-out dinner from last night Is still kept untouched on the table How can they eat When they are engaged with each other Throughout the whole night Writhing in each other’s arm, Panting and moaning in unison With gleam of victory and satisfaction Cascading down through the bare spine One hopes for complete
He was the devil, his curse was He was a worshiper, her body his altar They represented disdain through all who knew them But she was a drug and He was addicted Drip drip, all sinned in their own way.
In order to expose my heart and truly write, I must release you- my old self, pulling me back This is not about me, It was never meant to be a way to gain recognition, Another way for me to perform On a stage, some sort of exhibition. Yet I find myself hesitating to write
I did everything, of which I was against of But that’s ok, as I was in love Even the small nitty gritty things Is causing us pain now. Which earlier we used to adore, so much. My mind is in one place but my heart longs for another How can I let you go when
Being an addict of Your touch, your taste, your scent It’s not easy for me to get over it so soon as it was for you. You’ll learn that kisses do not bind And presents don’t mean a thing It’s true love you want to find But he’s off on another fling
I’m gonna sit on your lap make you get hard I know you hate disobedience but the punishments make me smile I want to make you mad so you can take it out on me once you get me tied up tonight we won’t be getting any sleep Your eyes just turned so dark tell
It’s painful for her When the five pointed stars Are shooting through her veins But the pain is what makes her strong Than the pathetic rest. All of those years she tried so hard to leave it behind to one day dream that she could be happy without struggling inside, but none the less she
I sent out a flare Out in the open sky Hoping someone would see it And rescue me, From my devastating self.
What is it like to be a part of Durga Puja in Kolkata? Well, as for someone from Kolkata I can assure you Durga Puja is the most celebrated festival in West Bengal. Durga puja brings friends together, makes people forget about agony of their daily lives, melts ego between 2 persons. We celebrate Durga
every door doesn’t lead me to you. but the ones that do you yourself closed them. © Pia Majumdar .
Even though he could never be mine What’s the harm in loving him from afar, watching his subtle moves as I know, he won’t survive for much without needing me. – © Pia Majumdar
The Black Void Hatred is a poison that fills your body. It becomes impossible to think of anything else but the object of your hatred. Sometimes if you don’t encounter the object of your hatred for a length of time, the hatred may dissipate throughout your body. You may be under the impression that the
There seemed to be a loving little prayer In their voices, even when they called him ‘Dad.’ Though the man was never heard of anywhere, As a hero, yet somehow understood He was doing well his part and making good; And you knew it, by the way his children had Of saying ‘Father, Even though
Last year during summertime I visited my aunt’s place. I was enjoying myself to my extreme, away from all the homework and studying but then my visit took a ugly and petryfing turn. I was heading towards the bathroom on the second floor when I saw my cousin Trisha playing on the stairs.She was very
Your words are serene In a tranquil chaotic world And I am drowning in them ❤️
Time heals wounds Yet leaves behind a tiny scar. Each time. There will never be an easy way out And now you know that. – Pia Majumdar
What is this place I describe above? Are you wondering what I speak of? What is this place? It’s not disgrace, This place is called LOVE. From your soft gentle touch to the smile on your face Is there any wonder why you make my heart race? I love the taste of your lips sweeping
C’mon. Admit it. We’ve all lost close friends. There isn’t always a why or how it happens. Sometimes, it just does, and all we can do is accept it and move on. Best friends, who you know, are supposed to stick through thick and thin with you. Well, we all know life isn’t all poppies
To know, to love, to breathe It hurts to know that I’ll never be The girl once I used to be The one that would always laugh The one that you knew would always be strong The feeling is real, the truth is sealed I cry in the dark, as I know I cut too
You don’t know pain until you’re staring at yourself in the mirror with tears streaming down your face and you’re begging yourself to just hold on and be strong. That is pain. And then I met you, and for once, love stayed. – Pia Majumdar
I was kind of away from blogging world for a few days, sooo sorry for that, but I am here with a bang 😉 Spent yesterday with my friends and gorged on yummy licious food and my surprise arrived finally. I am very much happy, got my puja gift early. The ice cream was tooo
I wish that I did not know Where all broken lovers go Hold my hand tight I will lead you to the end.
In 2015, I lost myself It started to happen slowly, not all at once I’ve lost myself because I longed to be, Someone and something who was not me. All the things I wished became a part of me, And I lost my prior existence eternally. The one you see before you isn’t me, It
During my school days I learned about covalent bonds Never knew that I will Find one like the bonded atoms. Get it? 😉
Hey guys, it’s my first guest post in like forever, so happy that I finally went ahead with the idea and did it. Go on and read the full post, just click on the link below 😍💖💖 Author: Pia Majumdar (Visit her page ) Title: What Hurts The Most, Healed Me Genre: Short Story You
Who said I haven’t tasted wine? I tasted your lips, and got drunk The taste is so powerful, I got drunk without drinking the wine. It’s never too late to tell how you feel acting out in love is more than words make real I’m not afraid to tell you I love you til the
Remember those ‘dabba’ days when we used to share ours together without caring who thought what of us judging with their hungry eyes. Remember those ‘dabba’ days when the teacher turned his back on his we immediately started to gorge on food opening tiffins without thinking what was inside. Remember those ‘dabba’ days when my
This is a true incident that happened to me during my childhood. I never met my grandma, as she passed away when I was very small. I always yearned for bedtime stories, the lovely warmth of her love, being spoiled by her but my parents fulfilled all of these affections instead and now I understand
I became what I hoped for the better, finally. I am in the depths of a trauma I felt was building, yet didn’t believe would actually happen. It’s funny how we can be so aware of it and yet, when it breaks, we still break along with it. I hadn’t fully considered the possibility that
Once we had a staring competition We stared in each other’s eyes For a long time, we didn’t move But when we did Our lips touched And we both lost the contest Together. © Pia Majumdar
