If I must, It’s best if I drown at sea. Under shimmering light, Breathing in gulps of saltwater. Slipping away from my life The ocean would hardly notice if I spent the eternity there. I would puncture the surface To take my last breath of air. I’m still waiting, Happy faces, old memories, familiar feelings.
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
I can trace all the routes, To and fro in my mind, Remembering grey skies, With incessant rains. My footprints wear into the concrete, With incessant pacing. Over these beloved miles… ~ PIA MAJUMDAR
I deeply apologize that your fingertip’s burnt as you touch mine. I deeply apologize that you learn about pain but I’ve memorized it. For I myself, don’t know why my love burns those who try. If you want to connect with me, follow me here- Insta- pia.majumdar Twitter- Pia Majumdar New story at Wattpad- Will
The line between consent and assault is blurred in my memory If I gave consent – but I was only a child while he was three years ahead, a senior taking advantage of a freshman is that considered non-consensual? Even though I did not say no. This memory has been suppressed for over two years
“Let’s take the night into the morning!” read Deep loudly from Rumi’s cell phone. “What’s that supposed to mean? What’s going on here?” Deep had asked. Rumi had feigned ignorance while grabbing the phone from him citing that she was surprised herself as to how that ‘person’ had got her number. She was well aware
Relationships are how we relate to others. We have relationships with everyone we know and those who are close to us. Each and every interaction we have with another person is the act of relating. If we have a problem relating to others, it affects our ability to have supportive relationships. Everyone wants the perfect
‘Park here,’ Tia said, ‘We’re early and I’d like to sit in the sunshine for a while.’ Daksh parked the car in one of the empty bays and went to purchase a ticket. When he got back to the car Tia was standing by the door grinning broadly. ‘See!’ she said. ‘You’re holding on to
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
I’m gonna sit on your lap make you 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 me
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
You can never fall out of love. You can lose your mind, lose your sleep, forget the world, forget your purpose, turn your life upside down and yet, you can never fall out of love. You can start a new life, make new memories, laugh insanely, and just when you know that you have moved
Let yourself be free from shackles that are holding you back from moving forward. Let yourself, be free ❤ I am in an amazing mood you see, will be right back with a new banger(I mean story), stay tuned friends 😉 ❤ 🙂 Let’s connect- Instagram- Pia Majumdar Twitter- Pia Majumdar
He was a strong man, the strongest I knew, but see, he was hurt a long time ago and ever since, he has not trusted many people. So when he does, it is beautiful. It is more beautiful than seeing a butterfly take its first flight. More beautiful even than watching the first flower of
Sorry got a bit late while posting these, thanks for reminding me though 😉 ❤ Let me know which one you like the most, ok? Good, now start reading dr ❤ Let’s connect more 😉 ❤ Insta- pia.majumdar
Here’s a new poem, I wrote this while I was having my cold coffee and bf started to leave. Although he just left for work, l wrote the poem signifying the absence of your lover when you break up. Hurts a lot, sadly 😭🤧 Anyways, don’t worry guys, everything is okay 😍✌️ My iced coffee
In a sea of sand A single grain Holds the The weight of a star They interact Shifting and sifting In rippling waves Edge to edge If one grain Were to vanish The shape of The wave would change The edges would fold And the sea would collapse
You love me, But do not know, How to love, Unfortunately.
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
Hey guys, what’s up with you? I hope everyone is enjoying Monday, unlike me 😉 Here’s a new post consisting of my latest quotes from Instagram. Let me know which one you liked the most, also read till the end, there’s a special quote-post today 🙂 ❤ And now time for the special one……read it.
Remember the time when we danced because we had to? You chose me as your partner. I have no right to put interpretation to it. We had to dance for grades. Remember during practices? It wasn’t easy for me because you weren’t a good dancer. Remember that time when you couldn’t get a simple step?
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
Love is accepting someone’s quirks and interesting habits and loving them for having those things. You embrace all of my flaws and never make me feel horrible for them. I love all of your quirks, like the way you fidget because you can’t sit still, the way you sit with one leg crossed over your
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.
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 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