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. Advertisements
Sometimes you should have fun like kids do You have your life to act like a grown up.
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
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.
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
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.
I have the fear of being separated by fate. Who said no one cries in a happy relationship © 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
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.
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
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
every door doesn’t lead me to you. but the ones that do you yourself closed them. © Pia Majumdar .
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
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
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
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
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
Hello guys, today I want to share how my day went, exhaustingly…… but in bullet points, here it goes- Planned to go shopping today (first mistake). Me and mom, we left for metro, in the already blazing sun. Reached metro station, bought two tokens then waited for few minutes. While entering through the gate some
Sometimes it is a very helpful thing that keeps us from harm. But many times it’s an inner voice and barrier that keeps us stuck. That keeps us from getting what we want and becoming who we honestly deep down want to be. 🙂 Hey guys, wordpress has introduced soo many new features, and post
Hey guys, welcome to my site. So, as you can see, I’m nominated Too Much Information Tag Chain… And guess what, I’m pretty excited about it. I truly wanna thank Kumar Shresth, of THE DEEP BLOGGER for doing the favor of tagging me in this chain. It’s my first TMI chain and I am really
When you are not sure, flip a coin; because while in the air you realize which one you were actually hoping for. I know what I want, but I am unsure how to get it. An unsure heart is not a good thing to have.
Are you a disappointment too? Wow, what a genius thing to be. Parents, teachers, friends, relatives, to everyone I am a disappointment, a person of no opinion, no voice and filled with bad choices. I’m gonna say this at the beginning of this post that I don’t have an answer for you guys, you have
Everything you’ve ever wanted is on the other side of fear. George Addair I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have. Thomas Jefferson A goal is not always meant to be reached; it often serves simply as something to aim at. Bruce Lee Memories of our lives, of