You are definitely stronger than you think, you just need to give yourself a chance. Once you do then witness what great things happens love ❤️ If you want to connect with me on Instagram, then click here 👉 @pia.majumdar Continue reading You are stronger than you think
This is what happened- 1)I wanna drown in a bottle of bourbon just to numb the pain of the grenade you left in my heart each fragment ricochets whispers of your voice. 2)Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling where our memories are scribbled but I just can’t seem to shield my eyes maybe it’s because I’m still hoping to hold your hand or … Continue reading Turn of events
First love,first kiss,first heartbreak,first betrayal,first violence,&first hug,all are special. Never forget them. They teach us what went haywire the first time. Learn from them, and move on. But never forget. Continue reading First things
Maybe, you shouldn’t trust him, with the razor in his hand tonight. I do hope that you find a way to keep your head above the waves and remain afloat. I just won’t be the one who jumps in to save you when you’re drowning and pull you up onto my lifeboat. I really hope that one of the many days you are feeling helpless … Continue reading Don’t trust him with the razor
Happy New Year everyone lets welcome 2020 with a smile. Hope this new year brings peace to everyone and heals the troubled ones 😉 Also, an announcement- I am writing a book, its gonna be a book filled with heart-aching and soothing beautiful poetries. Stay tuned for more updates. In the meantime, if you want to connect with me on Instagram, here you can- Pia … Continue reading Happy New Year everyone
Long road trips by car, passing the city lights as slowly the borders fade away while rains are softly thumping on the car roof, while your left hand roams amidst between my thighs, slowly caressing, making me heave from pleasure but leaving me unsatisfied and yet… breathless. Continue reading Young Night
Today I poured a cup of whiskey for a man that’ll never drink it, The bartender said, “where’s your friend”? “In heaven” I replied. Her face looked solemn, And for a second I swear I saw her have a flashback in her eyes, She poured another cup of whiskey, “For the ones that left too early, this one’s on the house”. And so the glasses … Continue reading A cup of whiskey
Sparkling eyes and tender flesh are shielded From the world in a tight hug. A photograph captures my father’s love. Gentle waves come home to shore, sloshing against the sand, A constant in this changing land. Sunset paints the azure sky, And its fiery orb disappears into cool gray water. A paradise in a different world, Away from troubles and danger, During innocent days I … Continue reading A Photograph, That Reminds Me Of…
Tell me a reason to stay Tell me a story that makes me forget the pain Sing me a song that won’t break my heart But the whispers won’t let me listen to your beautiful voice There’s something through my eyes There’s something in my head But there’s nothing in my heart You wanna be with me I know But you don’t like my dope … Continue reading Are you high?
her body endures scars each night, with no one to turn to, she bottles it all in with unsaturated doses of whiskey, while waiting impatiently for the sweet release of death. she finally got to witness death, it came rather late than she hoped for, but it did came, and only one color was before her eyes, ivory, she only saw ivory now, and … Continue reading You Taste Like Ivory
I loved you every day as the very first day and the very last I saw nothing else but you and felt all There could have ever been Brief little lightning ripples through me Through the wind They flower in your footsteps Yet form a fading path, not to you But to the abyss of imminent loss- When you turn your back for the day … Continue reading Truth or dare, choose one
let go of those who makes your smile disappear don’t hold into something that makes your heartache open your heart and you’ll find those who would give you butterflies, they said. but, here I am, being stuck with you holding on to something the cause of my wounds wounds that bring comfort, as what they said- was wrong. – Pia Majumdar Continue reading Time to let go
Your existence is poetry to me. You are like an accidental good read that was left undiscovered, The kinds where I never want the story to come to an end The kinds where as I flip the pages, I do not feel like I know the plot better, but rather, there’s so much more to know about the story The kinds where I know my … Continue reading Your existence is poetry to me
Like the final kiss, you placed so indifferently on me while my heart was screaming ‘please don’t go’, words that my mouth was never able to tell. And now the night shares the story of us again, so I listen foolishly to keep you a little closer, for the promise you could never keep was the one that made you stay. As I search and … Continue reading Let me go this time, a reminder
The sadness came and it didn’t look like you or the words that erupted like volcanoes from your vocal cords. It looked like me with my eyes wide watching every mistake I’ve ever made in the mirror on my bathroom wall. It looked like every last drop of alcohol that comforts my throat at 10 in the morning. My knees bleed and I make sure … Continue reading My Last Words
I’d let you break my heart in pieces to see the words they would become, emerging as poetry. Continue reading Don’t tempt me
The battleground is my cathedral, But, there’s more to the story, than what it appears. A war written story, from blood and from tears. My son went to war, a very proud man. He fought in Rajasthan, on the hot desert sands. He witnessed his buddies, his comrades, his men, bleeding and dying, he witnessed their end. He’s blown up all around, his comrades spent … Continue reading The tears in my mother’s eyes
I can feel my lungs collapsing with every shallow breath and I can’t decide if it’s the holes left behind, from cigarette smoke burns, Or the pieces of me that followed behind you. It’s 1:05 now and as much as I keep trying to warp the truth, the minutes tick on leaving me stranded in seconds of long lost times. And I know cigarette fills … Continue reading Pretty girls don’t light their own cigarettes
Huddled in a corner with a pen the paper blots up tears and ink and offers no hope of surcease to seeds of panic poised to grow. If only a little rain would fall. // my eyes adjusted to the dark last night of the light that fades in, flickering in the bathroom where I have spent my worst times I … Continue reading Bad Decisions
He knows what he wants and it’s not me, she’s quiet, distant she’s not the one on your mind at 3am when you’re drunk enough to sing bad karaoke // Her eyes glistened with unshed tears while the 3am darkness haunts her reminding her of her lost ones a part of her forever gone. Pieces of her still remain only to be shattered and lost … Continue reading 3 AM thoughts
“You’ve been treating it like a summer home; vacant, drafty, neglected; and yet you expect it to be in top working order whenever you decide to honor it with your presence”, he scolds. “But I must inhabit the bustling city, my first home, if I am to survive the marathons of days of disembodied vigilance.” I protest. “Why don’t you just leave me alone?” “You … Continue reading Summer is here
The mole above his lip, at the left side, the way his lips curled when he smiled, the way he adjusted his specs and his messy hair fell on his forehead… Yup… I fell head over heels within a few fragments of time…but didn’t mean you knew everything about me likewise. But, if you are going to fall in love with me, here are some … Continue reading Things you should know about me
Sparkling eyes and tender flesh are shielded From the world in a tight hug. A photograph captures my father’s love. Gentle waves come home to shore, sloshing against the sand, A constant in this changing land. The sunset paints the azure sky, And its fiery orb disappears into cool gray water. A paradise in a different world, Away from troubles and danger, During innocent days … Continue reading I’d rather be some other place, a poem close to my heart
Little boy Who do you weep? A father? A mother? A sister drowned in a river so deep Little boy Why do you weep? the colorful holiday has turned bleak Happy children drowned Corpses drifted along the stream Dawn began with joy And the sun sat with grief Little boy Don’t hide your tears For the life you knew is gone for good The pain, … Continue reading Warm wishes on Eid everyone
Her thoughts were rancid, like bile in the back of the throat, because her insides were rotting away, infected by the black, putrid thing that she called her soul. It was putrid in a way that permeated every gelatinous sinew of her body, her organs, her bones, her muscle tissue, her very skin was utterly toxic, a wasteland of decay. Butterflies would land on her … Continue reading Listen carefully dear
They say past lives don’t exist They aren’t real We just need to hear about ourselves It’s how we cope, just how we deal. We only exist until we don’t DNA is why we’re “unique” Horoscopes and the cosmos are for a mind that’s meek We romanticize as shortcuts to answers we seek. Yet we hear great songs with our hearts Before our ears And … Continue reading Our past lives, it’s like Déjà vu
My lipstick Stains his addictive tip His intoxicating bliss Caresses my lips Suppressing that itch Only addicts know When they crave their fix I’m addicted to his Bad habits He’s my nicotine trip So I chain smoke him every time I need a fix. I don’t know why guys smoke so much, I love my guy but I would be so relieved if he quits … Continue reading Cigarettes after Sex
I only wish to be by your side I wish for it every single night, but you didn’t bring me along for the ride, in fact, you didn’t take notice until I was out of sight. Bury me alive, don’t leave me at the door. I’ve been stretching this drive down to the corner store. I’ve been chain-smoking, and breathing the cold air skies, I’ll … Continue reading A mistake to you
I look behind me, and the soft blur steadies slowly, squinted my eyes a few more times and I now see clearly. It’s a broken bridge, there’s a hollow gap, a deep emptiness that separates us. We used to share intimate little spaces, strange but familiar darkness, and the perfect amount of comfortable silence. I used to fill your cracks with these tiny flowers that … Continue reading We don’t talk anymore, but I do miss you.
for now I have been caught in the glimpse of you, and now I understand. you are a nomad in the wind, a nomad in the sunless afternoon, whose soul runs restlessly wild. and though your stay may be short, to not live these moments with you at all, it would certainly would have been the definition of a poet’s heart broken in two. and … Continue reading For now…I understand
Finally Unchained 