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
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
This account has nothing to do with that but a dream I had on Sunday. It was quite an unusual dream, the way it felt was as if I wasn’t dreaming at all. I could feel and hear as if I was there. Sometimes the images would be distorted and the color would be black
I have the fear of being separated by fate. Who said no one cries in a happy relationship © Pia Majumdar
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
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 .
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
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
You don’t know pain until you’re staring at yourself in the mirror with tears streaming down your face and you’re begging yourself to just hold on and be strong. That is pain. And then I met you, and for once, love stayed. – Pia Majumdar
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
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
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 everyone, I am back with this week’s ‘Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge’ contest after a lil break. 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
This incident occurred when we went on a trip to- Andaman and Nicobar Islands. Read what happened next- While snorkeling for the very first time, I had finally gained control of my breathing and started to relax when I saw this black, snakelike thing swimming close to my chest. I began screaming and quickly swam
What are we? What are we made of? We are the small entity Floating among the vast universe Which makes me realize How small my problems are Yet, we are still worried About divided lands Sigh…..
In a perfect world, each person we interact with would be nice, kind, considerate, mindful, generous, and more. They would get our jokes and we would get theirs. We would all thrive in a convivial atmosphere where no one was ever cross, upset, or maligned. However, we don’t live in a perfect world. Some people
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
I do not believe in ghosts, never did. But something strange happened that night, which changed my views about them entirely. I was 16 when, one June, my family moved to a new house, hidden behind trees, high-ceilinged and replete with corridors. This sudden gift of space was not before time. Ours, in fact, was
Once upon a time In a beautiful little cottage There lived a young princess Her heart filled with love Kindness, empathy and all those qualities This set her apart from the rest Made her even more humane And then came a dashing prince Who wooed her all the way And then finally Broke her heart
They said that opposites attract But you and me We are miles apart from each other Yet we reside in each other’s soul We made it work, leaving people With no words to say. © 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.
The person you love should be where you can calm your soul. Does that scare you a little? Good. He should make you fear his love, So that when he lets you be a part of it, You won’t take it lightly He should remind you Of the beauty that brings the storm Residing, in