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. The sunset paints the azure sky, And its fiery orb disappears into cool gray water. A paradise in a
They say past lives don’t exist They aren’t real We just need to hear about ourselves It’s how we cope, just how we deal. We only exist until we don’t DNA is why we’re “unique” Horoscopes and the cosmos are for a mind that’s meek We romanticize as shortcuts to answers we seek. Yet we
My lipstick Stains his addictive tip His intoxicating bliss Caresses my lips Suppressing that itch Only addicts know When they crave their fix I’m addicted to his Bad habits He’s my nicotine trip So I chain smoke him every time I need a fix. I don’t know why guys smoke so much, I love my
touch me just enough to awaken a tingling sensation brush your soft fingers yet long polished nails along the canvas of my body a shade of sapphire blue – gems on all fingers yet you bear no rings – paint me an image that is invisible yet imprinted through frail motions paint me an image
She lays on one side, and he lays on the other. she is a beautiful flower against the brutalized landscape, he, thistle and thorn on a path rightfully left untrodden.
She had love entranced into every part of her being. her skin was woven with love her heart pumped love yet, she felt miserable. Her eyes captured the view outside, a melancholic painting. the gloomy weather, the dark trees. the silence coming from the still of life and besides the rustling of trees from the
The trip was on and we left for Havelock Island two days later; Priyanka, Vihaan and I, while sending Devank miss you texts. Priyanka, my BFF had always been great at convincing me, and I? Great at being convinced. Hence, that’s why I could leave my boyfriend, Devank to be with these two. Vihaan is
How can I express my feelings when those feelings take my breath away? How can I measure my love for you when that love compares to nothing else, and when that love exceeds all categories and all expectations? No words can express these realities. No words can express my love for you because you are
Hey guys, I wanted to post this so badly, and finally I did. Sorry, I scheduled this to get posted earlier but forgot to set the time 😢 Anyways, dedicate this piece to your significant other and wait for their reaction 😉😏 P.S.- Thanks to those who texted me earlier their feedback. Love you all
Hey guys, I have a question for you all, feel free to answer in comments- If you were given a choice to live as long as you want, how long would you like to live?
If there is no ‘Us’, then what is worth fighting for anything anymore 💔 Once broken, will always stay broken, far away from mend
Let this innocent love blossom between us don’t let it wilt away tender to it, nourish it, feed your soul to our love and we will be inseparable.
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.
There was never an us like the book i dropped my pages wrinkled never to be flat and smooth again paper billowing like waves Every time I fold over the cover to read the story between lines I froze I remembered the long aching nights for a connection a touch, but not yours A touch
Oh baby, you are the kind of boy, who should be tortured under the table, the more you become angry, the more will be the teasing. 😉 For more posts like these, follow me on Instagram- pia.majumdar let’s connect 🌻
Dedicate this poem to your wildflower 🌻♥️
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
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
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
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
I can see your bare soul When I look into your eyes. Screaming for some undivided love As it already sustained a broken heart once But can’t accept another one The flinching pain is too much Even though his eyes never waver From her undistinguishable face Never cried or begged for attention His soul weeps
The great thing about him is when you look in his eyes and he’s looking back in yours, everything doesn’t feel normal. You feel stronger and weaker at the same time. You feel excited and at the same time, terrified. The truth is you don’t know what you feel except you know what kind of
Don’t cry, pretty baby Just because you dropped your ice cream on the floor I will buy you millions of them Wipe those gorgeous eyes dear, They don’t deserve to be wet. I will always love you sweet pea As long as you don’t eat My chocolate one. 😉 This poem is written for my
What the world has come to now, stooped so down that sometimes I wonder if it can ever rise again. I truly hope it does, because there’s still some good left, but the wrong is weighing down whats left of the pure, innocent and truly beautiful things with it.
Among these fleeting moments of life, we should Cherish those who love us the most and makes us the best version of ourselves. I will always be guilty of loving you, even when you left ❤️
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Maira, did you take your pill on time, asked the nurse. Yes, I did, now stop bothering me, the nurse left silently, cursing her luck as she locked the door on her way back. How dare you accuse me like that , I loved you and this is what I get in return, Maira spewed