Remember those nights, when you were five I sat and held you down to calm your soul After your father left you The anger you had at 14, which you took out on me The lost time we had because of the two jobs I had in order for us to make it But it
I still remember those evenings with him, when he fucked other women in front of me as he deemed it the only way to conceive, while I was leashed in a corner.
I distinctly remember the exact moment when I realized that our love would live forever in the past. I was at loss for words. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know how to stand. I didn’t know if I should keep my hands inside or outside of
Everything changed the year that we got married.And after that, we moved out to the suburbs.How young we were, how ignorant, how readyto think the only history was our own. A captive, hostage of your vicious anger.The facade of your caring baby blue eyesnow contorted with vicious cruelty.My once unbroken bodynow a mess of tangled
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.
Dedicate this poem to your wildflower 🌻♥️
I know that we will never talk again I keep remembering, how close we once were I imagine us together In order to fall asleep
Christmas is the birth of Christ our savior and the spirit of this season is to give or share our blessing to other people especially to those people who are less fortunate. My Christmas wishes for my family is that may our Almighty Father give us good health and I’m also wishing that we can celebrate Christmas
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
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
Once Storm was a little girl No one loved her As she bought heavy destruction with her Wherever she went. She couldn’t love the man Who yearned for her touch How could she have loved him? When she knew, even with the slightest touch He won’t survive her curse. © Pia Majumdar
Sometimes you should have fun like kids do You have your life to act like a grown up.
Love should be like this, losing yourselves in each other while resting your soul in each other’s faith 💗
Every night I start to write, to simply fill these rows with words that I want to tell you. The only thing I desperately want you to know Is that your touch is calming the chaos from my veins Your touch calmed the thunders from my thoughts, and the hurricane from my body That your
“Can’t you see I’m sick?” said my aunt reading a newspaper on a sunny morning in the winter season as leaves from the trees above her, fell one by one on her lap while she sips her morning batch of alcohol without paying attention to what I had to say. “I’m hungry,” I said thinking
That look on your face, the first time our hands touched each other Was full of promises, full of chances that this could be a beginning, unlikely the others. ~ @pia.majumdar ~ For more posts like these, follow me on Instagram- pia.majumdar let’s connect 🌻
It was summer time and we were both young and ready for adventure and fun. I was a staff member at a summer camp, back from my first year at college and you were just out looking for some fun. I was a 20-year-old girl and to this day I remember your name as you
Guys, I finally launched my podcast channel and here it is – Listen to this episode of my podcast, Soul Talks, The unforgettable first kiss https://anchor.fm/piamajumdar/embed/episodes/The-unforgettable-first-kiss-e2nlv2/a-a7f5ed Tell me how it was 🙈😍❤️
Even though its the bitter truth of life, when it happens it makes us vulnerable and emotional at the same time. And we learn to live with it, carry the essence of pain in ourselves for eternity 😦
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How far is too far? How far is the line? Which keeps us from overstepping boundaries, And I keep stepping on the line, With no remorse left to feel inside The veil is lifted and now people can see me, What I truly am With cruel charade around me The raven-haired girl wept and wept
You thought I won’t survive without you You were so wrong, baby I didn’t just survive without you, I thrived.
Whenever I think about sex it smells like you ❤️
Rohan sat against the wall stroking his wife’s hair as he held her head in his hands. “I love you so much, honey,” he said crying, tears splashing on her auburn hair. He sniffed and wiped his eyes. Standing up, he looked at the box on his desk. He took a deep breath and opened
Paint me with the wet tickle of your tongue lingering with affection savoring my fervent flavor in bold strokes of your obsession as the love grows deep so does the lingering hunger within.
Waiting eagerly for the new year 🌻
When I was eighteen I went to mom to confess Mom, I’m a mess All I do is think of men Dream of two or three at a time From Sunup till forever Staying on my knees never getting up I’m going to amputate my feet Donate them to an amputee Not one to be
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