While I was stranded in complete darkness, arms spread in front of me, hoping to find a way out, I touched something strange, felt like someone’s face. I don’t want to sound mean, but the dead are pretty clueless. I’ve always seen them. When I was younger everyone thought I was just talking to imaginary
To lay with him is like playing with fire, the flames, they burn me alive. Leaving me marred, hurting and scarred- the pain on which I thrive.
Sometimes you should have fun like kids do You have your life to act like a grown up.
Will you come back, if he/she frees you?
I want you to stop playing me, But I don’t want you to stop having sex with me I want you to stop pushing me, But I don’t want you to stop Doing all that you do for me. I want you to stop fucking tripping, But I don’t want you to go anywhere. Cheap
Do whatever it is that you want I have no plans of stopping you I will be your portfolio paint my skin with lustful hues…
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
So an amazing event happened to me today. I and my friends decided to watch The Nun today, and this is what happened- Upon arriving at the mall one of my friends went ahead to buy the tickets. We were chatting and reached near the hall entrance. Suddenly everyone went inside but I got stopped.
Your words are serene In a tranquil chaotic world And I am drowning in them ❤️
Hey guys, finally I am home from my tour and so sooo much tired. Gonna need a full week to recover I think 😅 But couldn’t wait any longer without posting this- bought a new diary from Nainital and it’s gorgeous. The shop owner made these diaries with his hands and they are simple but
Lost in deep thoughts, suddenly a warm touch caressed my hairs and finally rested on my shoulder… It’s been far too long, stop thinking about what happened And look forward what is yet to happpen. The words struck with me ever since. – Pia Majumdar This is for you momma, my constant inspiration, my buddy
Once I was dating a boy (my current bf) and wanted to say something romantic to him over the phone, so I wrote a long letter to read aloud while talking to him. When he answered the phone, I began reciting my letter nervously. While I was pouring my heart and soul out to him,
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
Hello friends, whatsup everyone, how’s your day going so far?? My day went awesome, well if you call studying whole day awesome then that’s exactly how I spend my days. Sooo boring ri8? Wish I did fun 😉 Anyways many of you have asked me why I don’t post my pictures, or of my partner,
You know what troubles me? Your eyes, Even when we are together Your eyes wanders off Never looking in mine With the same warmth As mine holds. © Pia Majumdar
I grabbed his face and his tongue pushed past my teeth like a battering ram I wanted to destroy everything He has the fire and I have the fuel Together we could really fuck things up.
This account has nothing to do with that but a dream I had on Sunday. It was quite an unusual dream, the way it felt was as if I wasn’t dreaming at all. I could feel and hear as if I was there. Sometimes the images would be distorted and the color would be black
Your touch is like a flickering candle Even when the candle burns off The warmth still lingers on The brown flecks in your eyes Compels me towards you Inviting me to find the real person Underneath all the facade That you have encased around your soul. Why are you so afraid to let anyone in?
I sent out a flare Out in the open sky Hoping someone would see it And rescue me, From my devastating self.
I have the fear of being separated by fate. Who said no one cries in a happy relationship © Pia Majumdar
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
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 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 yummylicious food and my surprise arrived finally. I am very much happy, got my puja gift early. The ice cream was tooo yummy
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
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
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
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