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Your scent is like a drug to me like my own personal brand of heroin.

—Stephenie Meyer, Twilight (The Twilight Saga, #1)

Teri meri nazrein hi iane hain sara jo majra

— Besharam Si Nazrein

It was just a good joint, good conversations and a good fuck

Then why did my inner child feel safe with you?

So, why aren't you guys together?

Because he is different in front of others

When Nachiketa said, "Tumi ashbe bolei akash meghla, brishti ekhono hoyeni. Tumi ashbe bolei krishnochura r phool gulo jhore jayeni"

And when Mahtim Shakib said, "Tumi brishti cheyecho bole, koto megher bhengechi mon. Ami nijer bolte, tomaye cheyechi"

And when Anjan Dutt said, "Raasta r koto soshta hotel e, boddho cabin e bondhi dujone, rudroshash koto protikkha"

Somehow, inherently, we have all lost someone we loved.

Sometimes, she is too much of everything—too sensitive,too generous, too intense, too adorable, too accepting.

She is mad, the kind of mad that makes you fall in love, and she doesn’t need much—some books to read, a warm touch, someone to love and to be loved.

—Something I'm Waiting to Tell You by Shravya Bhinder

Sometimes it goes very quiet in my heart, so quiet that all I hear is your name.

— Something I'm Waiting to Tell You by Shravya Bhinder

M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)

“Hoping for the best, prepared for the worst, and unsurprised by anything in between.”

— Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

“I don’t care what you do to me, but I don’t want you to hurt me. I’ve had enough hurt already in my life. More than enough. Now I want to be happy.”

— Haruki Murakami

“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place because you’ll never be this way ever again.”

— Azar Nafisi

But Park’s face was like art. And not weird, ugly art either. Park had the sort of face you painted because you didn’t want history to forget it.

If she showed him how much she needed him, he’d run away.

Eleanor was right: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

—Eleanor & Park, Rainbow Rowell

Art is life, then it is also true that life must become art

—Geisha by Liza Crihfield Dalby

—Srijita

-Srijita Sarkar

नैनों से बहते मेरे नैना

जुदाई को सहते मेरे नैना

What was he supposed to do? Forget her like a vivid dream? Or remember her like a distant reality?

— Cross You Heart, Take My Name.

His soul rushed out. Carrying the memory that was important. The only memory that was important.

Vedavati.

— War of Lanka, Amish

Maybe, in the end, our hopes were the wrong way around. But what am I, what are you, if not a misdiagnosis? And if so, is there a way out?

—Haruki Murakami, The Elephant Vanishes.

When I was in school, I started writing short stories. Then, I wrote poetry. But what I really want to write is a novel. A long tale, in which I can find myself. But it never happens. Every time I sit down to write...it turns into poetry.

—Cobalt Blue(2022).

Losing someone close to you is such a crippling feeling.

si vis amari, ama ‘If you wish to be loved, love'

Scam

Words are oblivious in belittling my emotions

Quarrying into these veins that pumps scarlet

Scared for life they see the prey shaking

Of anger? Of fear? Of Disgust?

Sanctuaries are vanquished in holy names of covetousness

Proclaims their admiration by using daggers

Pointed at the cause of all sin: the heart

Contrary to the vehemence that I feel

Violated and denied the prerogatives offered to me at birth

Silent are the behest of the laws of the soul

~Srijita

क्या आप मुझ पर खफ़ा हैं?

ये सासे जो पुकारती है मुझे, आपके हैं?

नस-नस में जो खून बेह रहा हैं,

न जाने कहाँ जा रहा हैं

काश इस जिंदगी ने बोल दी होती

सासे लेना क्या गुनाह हैं मेरी?

इश्क तेरी आंखों में लिखा, पढने दे ज़रा,

हमको भी गालिब होना है,

इन गज़लों सी आँखों में खोना है,

Ishq Teri Aankhon Mein Likha, Padhne De Zaraa

Humko Bhi Ghalib Hona Hai

Inn Gazal’on Si Aankhon Mein Khona Hai

I want to give love a chance again.

Kalank (2019) 2:13:10

क्या कहे हम इश्क़ में ईस कदर बेज़ुबां हो गए

कि तुमसे जुदा होके हम तबाह हो गए।

Kya kahe ishq me is kadar bezubaan ho gaye

Ki tumse juda hoke hum tabaah ho gaye

इश्क़

इश्क़ हरा देता है सब को, मैं हारा हुआ हूं

खारे इश्क़ से शक्कर सा मीठा हुआ हूं

ऐ तेज़ हवा ! मैं सूखा पत्ता सामने तेरे हूं

जानता नहीं किस तरफ़ जा कर मैं गिरूं

“Kiss me, my beloved, peel my heart down to the core,

Your lips are as sweet as cherry wine, pour me some more.”