And This Love Is About To Carry Me Off Somewhere. The Current’s Too Overpowering; I Don’t Have Any

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

"Stars wish away from every which way to the center of my heart with the tip of this pencil, constellations are stenciled within the wind, and the sands of time shine in my mind like moonlight as each grain shaves away my sins.."

I am a celestial harbinger larger than the darkness - eUë

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

"I have never loved a man as I love you, and I never shall again."

— Apsara Menaka

Menaka's Choice, by Kavita Kané

گئے موسم میں جو کِھلتے تھے گلابوں کی طرح

دل پہ اُتریں گے وہی خواب عذابوں کی طرح

Like roses that bloomed last season

The same dreams will descend on the heart like torments

_Parveen Shakir // پروین شاکر

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.

"It's just that I need to speak to someone.

Not someone. You"

—One Day

You have stopped missing me at 2 AM also.

all i’m saying is if you’d stop playing we could be the centre of attention at any place we walk in

Just awoken

From a three hour nap

Feeling wasted days

Drip away

Longing to keep wasting

Exhaustion taking

Over what’s left of

Late fall daylight

Lazing away

A chilly fall haze

Searching to remember

To be

In feeling

Waiting to want

To do

Anything

Even a pile of long over due

Doing nothing

As I sit

In my bed

Under warm heavy blankets

Warming cold hands

With thoughts

Of dreaming

Away the rest of my day

I make time to write

To settle my mind

Perhaps it needs startled

Out of looping time

My days have doubled

With a three hour nap

I might never arise

Out of morning glazes

Under warm heavy blankets

I want to be craving