You Were Holding My Heart In The Palms Of Your Hand. You Could Have Been Gentle Yet You Decided To Crush

[text ID: tweet by rhiannon mcgavin that reads, “why wouldn’t i include the moon in all my poems? that’s my friend”]

Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

— Anne Sexton, Elegy in the Classroom

I reread our texts. I cry to the words that made me laugh.

I hold onto to my crumbling self, as it drifts apart in your memories.

“You don’t fool me, darling,” she said with a playful little smile and crept into his big arms. “You’re dancing on the inside, Ove, when no one’s watching. And I’ll always love you for that. Whether you like it or not.”

— A Man called Ove, Fedrik Backman

मैं जग-जीवन का भार लिए फिरता हूँ ,

फिर भी जीवन में प्यार लिए फिरता हूँ ;

कर दिया किसी ने झंकृत जिनको छु कर

मैं साँसों के दो तार लिए फिरता हूँ !

I live with the burden of the world

Yet, I live with love in my life

Someone's love has touch

The two strings of my breath

~आत्म परिचय- हरिवंश राय बच्चन 

~Aatmaparichay, Harivansh Rai Bachchan

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

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

Word deceive me, as I drown in the depths of your moonlight eyes.

One day my tears will grow flowers~

"Marry me," he whispered, stroking her long neck. ... "And that is an order, not a request," he said kissing her open mouth, her lips still gaping in surprise.

— Rishi Vishwamitra aka Kaushik

Menaka's Choice, Kavita Kané