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
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.
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
I did everything, of which I was against of But that’s ok, as I was in love Even the small nitty gritty things Is causing us pain now. Which earlier we used to adore, so much. My mind is in one place but my heart longs for another How can I let you go when
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
It’s painful for her When the five pointed stars Are shooting through her veins But the pain is what makes her strong Than the pathetic rest. All of those years she tried so hard to leave it behind to one day dream that she could be happy without struggling inside, but none the less she
every door doesn’t lead me to you. but the ones that do you yourself closed them. © Pia Majumdar .
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
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
Your words are serene In a tranquil chaotic world And I am drowning in them ❤️
Time heals wounds Yet leaves behind a tiny scar. Each time. There will never be an easy way out And now you know that. – 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
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
During my school days I learned about covalent bonds Never knew that I will Find one like the bonded atoms. Get it? 😉
Hey guys, it’s my first guest post in like forever, so happy that I finally went ahead with the idea and did it. Go on and read the full post, just click on the link below 😍💖💖 Author: Pia Majumdar (Visit her page ) Title: What Hurts The Most, Healed Me Genre: Short Story You
Who said I haven’t tasted wine? I tasted your lips, and got drunk The taste is so powerful, I got drunk without drinking the wine. It’s never too late to tell how you feel acting out in love is more than words make real I’m not afraid to tell you I love you til the
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
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.
Sometimes you should have fun like kids do You have your life to act like a grown up.
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
You are a mystery, like the infinite night sky, While I was trying to uncover the truth, You wrapped me in galaxies of your love. © Pia Majumdar
Hello friends, whatsup everyone, how’s your day going so far?? My day went awesome, well if you call studying whole day awesome then that’s exactly how I spend my days. Sooo boring ri8? Wish I did fun 😉 Anyways many of you have asked me why I don’t post my pictures, or of my partner,
I have the fear of being separated by fate. Who said no one cries in a happy relationship © Pia Majumdar
I will love you for eternity, even though you don’t belong with me.
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
Once I was dating a boy (my current bf) and wanted to say something romantic to him over the phone, so I wrote a long letter to read aloud while talking to him. When he answered the phone, I began reciting my letter nervously. While I was pouring my heart and soul out to him,
You know that strange aching feeling of constantly your heart being pulled in opposite directions while you feel a small tear happening. That’s what happens when you screw up and you have to admit that you were wrong and you made a mistake. You have to apologize to that one person whom you love
Falling asleep in his arms Resting my head on his shoulder Feeling safe, and calm It’s the best thing to ever happen to me. But when he rests his head on my shoulder, I have this sudden urge To protect this innocent soul From all the darkness Lurking behind the shadows. © Pia Majumdar
I am writing our love story Upon the stars, for everyone to read Not to insinuate jealousy But to preserve my story Forever among the stars Alive forever, even after we are gone What can I do? I am a hopeless romantic.
Welcome to the club of broken hearts Once broken, it will never heal The same way again. Was the pain worth it? . . How many of you went through terrible heartbreaks? – Pia Majumdar