When I saw the woman in the middle of the road swat thin air, I recognized it; schizophrenia. I approached her, she turned, and her face distorting horribly, her hands waved me away. “No, no! Go, go now!” she demanded, heading off down the road. I followed at some distance, trying carefully not to spook
as the stars trickle down from the sky they take the form of raindrops every time they splatter down on me I feel every shattered aspiration in those little splashes of starbursts I feel them stab into me demanding to be set free. crushing a dream is like ripping the wings from a butterfly and
This one means a lot to me, kind of got emotional towards the end. Let me know how was this for you, cheers guys ❤ ❤ Hope looked like red. As my father laid on uneven ground, Blood seething from his gunshot wound, While he slumped in a puddle of red liquid, Looking towards 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
Hurting yourself will not help anyone else – I watch the ink run down my arm the pen, writing the feelings I could never explain with words; sitting on my bathroom floor never led to anything but unwanted art.
What is war? war is hope, to see your loved ones after it ends, without knowing if it ever will.war is love, the kind of love which turns nation against nation but stands united together for once. War is guilt, which eats you up like a worm, feeding on rotten creatures. but you can’t do
I need someone; Who will speak prayers between my legs Recite “Our Father” on my skin Whisper “Hail Mary”s along with their tongue Let me turn water into wine Two lovers to one. Alas, it all seems like a distant dream now. Follow @pia.majumdar for more.
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.
I look in a mirror. I see my reflection. Staring back at me. I look in a window. I see my reflection. Running from me. I look in the water. I see my reflection. It’s rippling. But all this time. When I see my reflection. My reflection is the wall behind me.
How far is too far? How far is the line? Which keeps us from overstepping boundaries, And I keep stepping on the line, With no remorse left to feel inside The veil is lifted and now people can see me, What I truly am With cruel charade around me The raven-haired girl wept and wept
Lost in deep thoughts, suddenly a warm touch caressed my hairs and finally rested on my shoulder… It’s been far too long, stop thinking about what happened And look forward what is yet to happpen. The words struck with me ever since. – Pia Majumdar This is for you momma, my constant inspiration, my buddy
Hello everyone, I am back with this week’s ‘Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge’ contest. I am so glad I posted it, as many writers came together and took part in it and I thank all of you. Looking forward to the next one people. The challenge is all about writing flash fiction stories in
Hello everyone, I am back with this week’s ‘Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge’ contest. I am so glad I posted it, as many writers came together and took part in it and I thank all of you. Looking forward to the next one people. Sorry for posting the contest a bit late, I was
No matter how strong you are, there is always someone can make you weak.
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
Father told me never to go down our old basement, but I wanted to know the noise, which came constantly throughout the night. It kind of sounds like a cat meowing, and I wanted to see the cat so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a bit. I didn’t see any cat, as
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.
Happy Wednesday people and welcome to the third week of – ‘Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge’ contest and I am so glad I posted it, as many writers came together and took part in it and I thank all of you. Looking forward to the next one people. The challenge is all about writing
I recently got nominated by two amazingly awesome bloggers- Tinte and This-door-is-alarmed, it made me think what should I post as my third and last quote. With so many quotes literally buzzing inside my head, it’s really hard to choose one as this one is the last. Rules: Thank the person who nominated you. Post a quote for three consecutive
I recently got nominated by two amazingly awesome bloggers- Tinte and This-door-is-alarmed, it made me think what should I post as my second quote. With so many quotes literally buzzing inside my head, it’s really hard to choose one, but I still have a day left to post a new one. Rules: Thank the person who nominated you. Post a quote
“Mr. Bose, you look pale after the phone call? Anything wrong?” Uncle questioned the honest looking man. “It was him again, forcing me to get into this business, threatening me day and night to be a part of this drug cartel case you and your little niece cracked a few weeks ago. The channel is
I recently got nominated by two amazingly awesome bloggers- Tinte and This-door-is-alarmed, it made me think what should I post as the first quote. With so many quotes literally buzzing inside my head, it’s really hard to choose one, but I still have two days left to post two new ones. Rules: Thank the person
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
One of my – Favorite Place, there is no comparison to watch sunrise sitting on the beach. Rise up and shine, as the calm water soothes you, taking your trouble away with its gentle touch. At least that’s what I did when I had to wake up so early to capture these shots 😉 As
“Ria wake up, your uncle is calling you downstairs”, I heard mom’s urgent voice from the cracked door. As I hurried down the stairs, I couldn’t shake an unpleasant feeling inside, that something terrible is going to happen. “Ria why were you so late? Anyways Mr. Bakshi is getting transferred to another station, tomorrow morning
Already half in week, and lost motivation to stay awake 😦☕🍪 Here’s my insta handle guys- Pia Majumdar
Welcome to this week’s PHOTO CHALLENGE, and here’s my take on it. A touch of the exotic, I’d rather be here than anywhere else.
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