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
Sometimes you should have fun like kids do You have your life to act like a grown up.
Hey guys, it’s our first tie collaborating together, me and Amandeep, check out his page. He is an amazing photographer, and he clicked pictures of a very cute grumpy cat. 🙂 🙂 There is an internal fight in my mind I don’t know what is lost that I am trying to find Maybe I
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.
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.
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 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
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