Oyeee ....tell Me Something You Hate About Me

Oh! To be loved like zaara!

If death has a flavor, it will still be less bitter Than the day you left me, a shadowed quitter. In the shadow of sorrow, where memories linger, I trace the outline of loss with a trembling finger.

In your absence, the world lost its sheen, A dull, gray canvas where color had been. Birds that once sang now silently grieve, Echoing the sorrow that you’ve made me believe.

The sun fades to grey, in a sky full of tears, Each droplet a whisper of our vanished years. Your absence, a wound that time cannot heal, A sorrow so deep, it seems almost unreal.

Each moment without you is a teardrop's fall, A silent whisper through an empty hall. The scent of loss lingers in the air, A fragrance of memories, too heavy to bear.

The taste of despair, a dark, bitter wine, Pales next to the anguish that is wholly mine. For in every heartbeat, a void echoes clear, A reminder that you are no longer near.

I wander through our memories, faded and torn, Clinging to remnants, by time worn. Your laughter, a ghost in the quiet night, Haunts my dreams, a spectral light.

Yet in dreams, you return, like a soft, fleeting song, Bringing a moment of peace where I feel I belong. But morning arrives, and the sweetness is gone, Leaving me empty, as I face the dawn.

The morning light, once a gentle gold, Turned harsh and cold as the tale unfolds. If death has a flavor, it's sweet in its rest, Compared to the ache lodged deep in my chest.

If death has a flavor, it’s a taste I won't fear, For it's gentler by far than your absence, my dear. Until then, I endure, with a heart that is shattered, Knowing no taste could be more bitter than what mattered.

If death has a flavor, a final sting, It pales in the shadow of your leaving’s ring. For death is a promise of a closing door, But you left me stranded, yearning for more.

Bitter is the taste of unspoken goodbyes, Of empty arms and unanswered cries. If death has a flavor, it’s a fleeting breath, But your departure is a living death.

-Varsha

exam officially got over yesterday. As usual I installed Instagram and the first thing I did was to open the profile of Shreya Chatterjee.. (Usually th first thing I do is open tumblr to check on the only friend I have in tumblr.. after that I had a bad event so). Scrolling through her profile makes me feel so calm and drifts me away from all my overthinkings and insecurities... Her poems, her photographs, her spotify playlist everything is on point...

To have a profile like her is also my wish... I have found out that Shreya Di and me are quite similar in some stages, for example we both love our culture, we love all the languages and traditions of our country, the way we think is also quite similar... Her profile is so aesthetic and cozy it really makes me feel good! Yesterday I spent hours on her profile.. Sometimes I cried, sometimes I laughed seeing her feed..(I was also going through something and as soon as I opened her account i started crying anyways.. No emotional talks)... I really admire her...

With Love,

Hiya~

My playlist of bangla gaan.....

Jane Austen really said ‘I respect the "I can fix him" movement but that's just not me. He'll fix himself if he knows what's good for him.’ and thats why her works are still calling the shots today.

যদি কোনোদিন তুমি

দু'হাত দিয়ে ঝিনুক কোড়াও

নেই আমি সেই অল্প ভাঙা গল্পগুলোয়

কার সাথে বলো

শব্দ ছুঁড়ে ফিরবো বাড়ি?

মাঝ রাতে

আমি তোমার কথা বলবো কাকে?.........

Do y’all realise how “boba tunnel” by anupam roy traces the emotions of “doshomi”? The city dances with madness on bhashan geet while you sit by the bank of a silent river, with your person. The city lights drowning into the ghat just like your love for him but he doesn’t feel the same. He never did. And you softly stare at him as he admires the last lightning of the greatest ever festival of the city. He has always been your best friend, and you realise that he’ll just be the boy you tell your kids about. And the only thing that lingers is “আমি তোমার কথা বলবো কাকে?”

etota thik bola uchit noye!! 🌼✨👍🏻 kintu uchit!!

রাম ফিরিয়া আসি দেখে দেশ জ্বলে দ্বেষানলে,

তার নামে মিথ্যাচার চলে স্থলে স্থলে।

নিজমূর্তির মুখমণ্ডল দম্ভ শোভায় হাসে,

রামরাজ্যের প্রজা মত্ত রামধর্ম বিনাশে।

এ দেখি ভূমিজা দেবী রাঘবেরে কহে,

দেব হয়েছ প্রিয়, ভগবান এই দশা যুগে যুগে সহে।

ধর্মরক্ষা করতে ভক্ত মাতে বারে বারে,

কর্ণপাত করে নাহি দেবতার হাহাকারে।

knock knock

Who's back 🔍 on my blog.

Welcome backkkkkk

Myyy goddddd!! Thank you soooo much shyammmmm!! 🦋🦋🦋🦋 I will have this for sureeee🐇✨🌷

People who can’t “figure you out” tend to hold an unspoken dislike towards you. Simply because you mind your moves & business. Impenetrable boundaries will trigger enemies who want to scrutinize your life. Do not waste energy defending a narrative others constructed about who you’re not. It’s a battle you’ll never win. Keep being a mystery, that’s what makes you Chosen.

©No id

"Don’t waste time fixing bonds you didn’t break."

If your life is to be made into a movie, which actor/actress will play your character?

Actresses will be

If bengali then - Swastika Mukherjee

If Hindi then - Sara Ali Khan

If English then - Emma Stone

Actors will be:-

Bengali - Anirban Bhattacharya

Hindi - Shah Rukh Khan

English - Tom Cruise

But- Who are you dear?? 😗 please come to my DM..