Kaavya
04/06/2021
đĨ
âī¸ Noor
Sometimes it hurts to breath. Wondering whether your lungs are working properly or not, you find your thoughts, dwelling in present, past and future. Screams couldn't help you out much, so you tried reaching out to those who once promised to stay. You want to hold their hand, begging to sooth the pain. But more you try to be loved, more you discover how vast the mirage is. Once you were in peace, dealing with your pain, your agony in a most sorted way possible. They crawled under your barrier, found out exactly what your heart longed for and promised a whole world made of those silly dreams. You didn't know how many sleepless nights, bruised eyes and myriads pieces of broken heart were necessary to amend your belief. You were always given the bare minimum, exactly how much you needed to keep on string. Commencing the adjustments without even asking made them see how easily content you become. They slept well knowing you are easy to deal with, easy to manipulate. Eventually time has passed by, they got bored of you, their feelings started to fade. You made a fool of yourself by relying on their words. They aren't able to trace your need, your misery anymore. You never knew how to ask and your naive heart made you believe that they are always gonna understand. But astonishingly you found it completely opposite. Begging for more, you start to raise those questions which you should have asked long before. But it's been revealed to you, how your concerns are in vain and your attachment is the reason of their discomfort. You started to retract the baby steps you took, out of love, out of affection. Whole world is surrounding you with the toxic positivity. You had to believe that everything is going to be alright. Panicking like a caged bird, you asked everyone of them- ' what if nothing works out? what if they left me like a shuttered glass?' Even they don't seem to have an answer. Slowly but surely you see them to get faded away infront of your eyes. You want to hug them, make them stay but don't know how. You whisper those words under your breath on those ever lonely nights but afraid to tell them, decaying yourself like a old fruit. You start asking yourself each and every moment where did it go wrong but your voice get dissolved in mourning. Deep down knowing, it's not your fault entirely, you still don't want to hurt them by questioning their morality, their intentions. You choose to stay until they abundan you, wanting to be the martyr. You may think so high of yourself, but I know this is the only way you knew to punish your own heart for letting them in. You knew how delicate, how innocent it was, but you always choose someone who's unworthy. I blame you for this, for all of it. You should have protected it fiercely, you should have loved yourself more.
đ¨ Malcom Liepke
20/03/2021
#āύāĻž_āϞā§āĻāĻž_āĻāĻŋāĻ āĻŋāĻāĻž đ
āĻāĻŽāϰāĻž āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āĻāϞā§āĻāĻžāϰ āĻŽāϤ⧠āĻāϏāĻŋ
āĻāϞ⧠āĻĢā§āϞāĻŋ āĻ
āύā§āĻā§āϰ āĻā§āĻŦāύā§,
āĻāϏāϞ⧠āĻŽāύ⧠āĻŽāύ⧠āĻāĻĄāĻŧāĻžāϞ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻŽāϰāĻžāĨ¤
āĻšāĻ āĻžā§ āĻāϰ⧠āϏāĻŦāĻāĻŋāĻā§ āĻā§āĻĄāĻŧā§ āϝāĻžāĻāϝāĻŧāĻžāϰ āĻāĻā§
āϏāĻŽā§āĻŽāϤāĻŋ āĻāĻžāĻāύāĻž,
āĻāĻŦāĻžāϰ āϤāĻžāϰāĻžāĻ āĻāĻāĻĻāĻŋāύ
āĻ
āĻā§āύāĻž āĻā§āύ⧠āĻĒā§āϏā§āĻāĻŽā§āϝāĻžāύāĻā§
āĻŽāĻžāĻāϰāĻžāϏā§āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻŋāĻā§āĻāĻžāϏāĻž āĻāϰ⧠āĻŦāϏāĻŋ-
"āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻāύā§āϝ āĻā§āύ āĻāĻŋāĻ āĻŋ āĻāĻā§?"
-āϏā§āϰāĻĻā§āĻĒāĨ¤
Photo Source: Google
08/10/2020
#āĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŽāĻŋāĻāĻžāĻā§_āύāĻž_āĻŦāϞāĻž_āĻāĻĨāĻžāĻā§āϞ⧠đ
~āĻāĻā§āĻĻāĻž
āĻāĻžāĻ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻāϞ āϏā§āĻĻāĻŋāύ āĻļāĻŋāĻŦāĻŽāύā§āĻĻāĻŋāϰ āĻā§āĻāϝāĻŧāĻž
āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāĻŖāĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻžāĻā§ āĻāĻŦāĻāĻž āĻāϰā§āĻā§ āϧā§āĻĒā§āϰ āϧā§āϏāϰ āϧā§āĻāϝāĻŧāĻž
āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āϝāĻž āĻā§āύāĻžā§āĻĻāĻŋāύ āĻŦāϞāĻŋāύāĻŋ,
āϤāĻž āϏ⧠āĻļā§āύā§āĻā§āĨ¤
āϝ⧠āϰāĻžāϏā§āϤāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻĒāĻž āĻĒāĻĄāĻŧā§āύāĻŋ āĻāĻ āĻ
āĻŦā§āϧāĻŋ,
āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻžā§āĻĄāĻŧā§ āĻĻāĻžāĻāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āϞā§āϝāĻžāύā§āĻĄāĻŽāĻžāϰā§āĻ āϏ⧠āύāĻŋāĻā§
āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āϝā§āĻŽāύ āĻāĻā§āĻā§ āĻāĻā§,āϤāĻžāϰ āϏāĻŦāĻāĻž āĻāϰ āĻāĻžāϤāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϞā§āĻāĻž
āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āϝāĻāύ āϏāύā§āĻĻā§āĻļā§ āĻŽā§āϤā§āĻā§ āĻŽāύ,
āĻĢā§āϰāĻŋāĻā§ āϤāĻāύ āĻāϞāĻāϰāĻž āĻĻā§āϰ āĻā§āĻĄāĻŧ
āϝāĻž āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻā§āύāĻžā§āĻĻāĻŋāύ āĻŦāϞāĻŋāύāĻŋ,āϤāĻž āϏ⧠āĻļā§āύā§āĻā§
āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻžāϞāĻŽā§āĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϰ āĻāĻžā§āϞāĻž āĻŦā§āĻā§ āĻāĻžāĻ,
"āĻāĻā§ āĻāĻĢā§āĻĢ āĻāĻžā§āϞāĻž āĻāĻž āĻŦā§āĻļāĻŋ āĻĻā§āĻŦā§āύ āϤāĻžā§" āĻŦāĻŋāĻā§āϰā§āϤāĻž āĻā§ āϏ⧠āĻŦāϞāϞā§,
āĻā§āώāĻŖ āϰāĻžāĻā§!
āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻ ā§āĻāĻā§āϰ āĻŽāĻžāĻā§ āĻšāĻžāϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§,
āĻā§āĻ āĻā§āϞāϤ⧠āĻā§āϞ⧠āϝāĻžāĻ
āϤāĻžāĻ āϏāĻŦ āĻļā§āώā§,
āĻā§āĻā§āϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ āĻ ā§āĻāĻ āϰā§āĻā§ āĻāĻšā§āϞāĻžāĻĻ āĻŦāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻ
āĻā§āϞā§āĻļā§!
āĻāϰ āĻā§āϞ āĻāĻž āĻā§āĻā§āϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ āĻĒāĻĄāĻŧāϞā§,
āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻžāϞāĻžā§āĻŦā§āϏ⧠āϏāϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻĻāĻŋ
āĻā§ āĻāĻāĻŦ āĻāĻžāϰāϏāĻžāĻāĻŋ,āĻā§āϞ
āĻāĻž āĻāĻŽāύ āĻŦāĻžāĻāϧāĻŦā§ āϰāĻžā§āĻ,āĻā§āĻā§āϰ āĻāĻĒāϰāĻ āĻāĻžāĻŦā§ āĻāĻžāĻŦāĻŋāĨ¤
āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āϝāĻž āĻā§āύāĻžā§āĻĻāĻŋāύ āĻŦāϞāĻŋāύāĻŋ,āϤāĻž āϏ⧠āĻļā§āύā§āĻā§āĨ¤
āĻāϰ āĻŦā§āϝāĻžāĻĒā§āϤāĻŋ āĻāĻŽāĻž-āĻšāϤ⧠āĻŽāĻžāĻāϞ āĻāĻžāύā§āĻ āĻĻā§āϰ
āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āϤāĻŦā§āĻ āĻāϰ āĻāĻžāĻā§ āĻŦāĻžāĻāĻžāϞāĻŋ āĻŦā§āύ āĻšā§āϰ
āĻāĻā§ āϏāĻŦāĻžāĻ āĻā§āϝāĻžāϞāύ āĻā§āϝāϞāĻžāύ āĻāĻžāϞāĻžā§āĻŦāĻžāϏā§
āĻ āϤāĻŦā§ āĻĒāĻŋāĻ āĻāĻŋāĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŦā§āĻā§ āĻāϏā§
āĻāĻžāĻāĻžāĻā§āϰāĻž āύā§āĻŦāĻŋāĻĻā§āϝ,
āĻāĻžāĻāĻāĻž āĻāϰāĻž āϏāĻžāĻāĻŋ āĻĨā§āĻā§ āĻĢā§āϞ āĻā§āĻā§ āĻĻāĻŋāϞāĻžā§ āϤā§āϞā§
āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻāĻžāĻā§ āĻāϰ āĻā§āϞ' āĻŽāĻžāύā§,
āĻŽāĻžāĻĨāĻž āϰā§āĻā§āĻāĻŋ āĻāĻžāĻļā§āĻŽā§āϰā§āϰ āĻāϞā§āĨ¤
Photo Source: Google.
04/10/2020
"Don't be afraid of the dark, little one,
The earth must rest when the day is done.
The sun must be harsh, but moonlight never!
And those stars will be shining forever and ever,
Be friends with the Night, there is nothing to fear,
Just let your thoughts travel to friends far and near
By day, it does seem that our troubles won't cease,
But at night, late at night, the world is at peace."
- Ruskin Bond
Photo Source: Google
Click here to claim your Sponsored Listing.
Category
Contact the establishment
Telephone
Address
Kolkata