Kalopsia of Words

Heya! I’m Ishita Ghosh. Just another skeptic quirky brown girl lost in nostalgia and anxiety. Here are some of my favourite pieces. Hope you like it! Happy reading. XoXo!

[kalopsiaofwords]

You only knocked when you were hurting,

A sudden storm at my front door.

I played the harbor, played the healer,

Until I couldn't give you more.

You treated me like borrowed armor,

A resting place you'd soon outgrow.

I was a book you read when lonely,

And closed when it was time to go.

​It took me years to sweep the ruins,

And build a garden from the dust.

Why should I offer you my harvest,

For scattered seeds and broken trust?

I am no station for a traveler,

No quiet bench along your way.

I am a final destination,

Too rare to be your "just for today."

​So I am turning off the porch light,

My sanctuary is mine to keep.

Bring a love that adds to my peace,

Or leave me to my peaceful sleep.

[kalopsiaofwords]

There are apologies you'll never get and words you deserve to hear that will never come. There are conversations you'll never have. Questions that will never be answered. There are quick explanations that, if only they'd offer, could save a lifetime of believing you did something wrong. And you could spend your whole life replaying events over and over again, wondering if it was you. But I'm telling you now it wasn't you. It was never you. And I hope you know that you are worth so much more than how they made you feel. How they treated you was never a reflection of your own worth. You're worth the peace you cultivate from letting go of what no longer serves you. You're worth the love that blooms within you as you reconnect with your deepest self. You're worth the joy you rediscover and the fulfillment you find from people and places and experiences that nourish your soul. You're worth sacred sunrises and new beginnings. You're worth being enchanted by life again. Don't let anyone cause you to harden yourself or close yourself off to the magic of living. Your soft, open heart is worth holding on to.

--- Ishita 🦋

[kalopsiaofwords]

Currently manifesting a love that feels easy. Someone whose idea of a good day is ordering panda express for an early dinner and letting me choose a movie to watch with it. One who isn't afraid to cry when the main character dies but pulls me in because I am a snotty mess. One who carries our eleven-year old dog upstairs to our bedroom because she can't make it by herself these days. Currently praying for a love who mouths 'you got this' when I am making a phone call to my mother on her birthday who never quite understood my reasons for moving out at sixteen. One who brings me an ibuprofen with a cup of chamomile tea when I have got three zoom meetings lined up for the day and my head doesn't want to co-operate. One who takes my side when we're in an argument with some random lady in the metro but corrects me privately, brings me home and tells me I shouldn't have called her a bitch. I don't want him to be perfect. God please no! have you seen me? Just someone who lays on the kitchen floor with me and listens to Lana Del Rey, our arms swaying with each other in the air against the soft sunlight from the window, oblivious of time passing us by.

-- Ishita.

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The Sacred Love

Under moonlit skies, our love takes flight,

A tapestry of emotions, woven so bright.

With every touch, a tender embrace,

Our hearts entwined in a sacred space.

Your eyes, like stars, sparkle with desire,

Igniting a passion that sets us on fire.

In your arms, I find solace and peace,

A sanctuary where all worries cease.

Together we dance in the realm of dreams,

Exploring love's depths in seamless streams.

Your laughter, like music, fills the air,

A symphony of joy that we gladly share.

In whispered words, secrets softly spoken,

Our souls entangled, forever unbroken.

Each moment with you, a cherished treasure,

A love story that defies all measure.

In your presence, time loses its hold,

As our love story continues to unfold.

With every heartbeat, our souls align,

A love so pure, transcending space and time.

So let us journey, hand in hand,

Through life's ups and downs, we'll withstand.

For in your arms, I've found my home,

A love that forever will brightly roam.

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"Life is so short. So my point is we should try and live in the moment because we don't have long.

So, if you love someone, you should tell 'em that you love 'em. Tell 'em now.

Because it might be too late.

Life is fragile."

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MELANCHOLY

If they had asked me,

What I loved more than poetry,

I would've told them your name.

.

I wanted to grow old with you

Dance in the empty parking lots

And kiss you every morning,

Knowing that I'd love you

Through the laughs and the fights

And everything in between

Until we are gray and old,

Too weak and slow

To run around the city,

Like we used to.

But still young in our hearts

To never miss the chance

To dance in the pouring rain.

.

I knew you were the one

So early on

That I don't remember

Ever thinking that

There will come a day

When we'd be strangers again.

.

And if you were to ask me

To love you once again,

I'd tell you that

I never stopped.

That I'm afraid

I will never stop

That I'll always wait

Till the clock strikes twelve,

On your every birthday

Even to whisper to the air

That I'm thinking of you

That I'm thinking of you

Even when I'm old and frail

And people mistake my words

For mindless rambling.

.

If you were to ask me

To love you once again

I'd tell you that I never stopped

That you are the love of my life

And that it's okay

I'm not yours...

[kalopsiaofwords]

“After a while, you stop worrying about what people think of you. You realize that the most important thing is how you feel about yourself and other people’s opinions begin to fade from the back of your mind. It’s not easy, and it takes a while, but once it happens, it’s liberating.”

[kalopsiaofwords]

When autumn visits the town,

And everything around is dying.

I too feel the loss,

Yet better is lying.

The storm doesn't scare me,

As the damage has been done.

Tried staying in, being calm,

But I just couldn't run.

The distant voices and blurry faces,

I seek them every night.

I am falling deep into the abyss,

The more I try to make it right.

Putting it into the words,

I thought I'd feel good.

My anxiety faces me once again,

Telling me it's rude.

[resqectable]

“And it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.”

— Sylvia Plath

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FALLING IN LOVE

I lost my appetite for grand ways of falling in love.

I do not dream of madly losing my breath when I am beside someone's presence. l do not desire hearts racing, hands shaking, and wishful thinkings.

I do not dream of a love that builds my hopes up, gives me dandelion promises, and runs away with me. I do not long for a stolen moment, a sweet convenience, or a sudden attachment.

I do not dream of a new year's kiss, of a thousand poems, and the extremes.

I dream of a love that's gentle. The one that will always feel like a pat on the back, a soft embrace, and a calm surrender.

I dream of a love that's quietly certain. The one that will shout its assurance even without words. The one that will echo its warmth even in silence. The one that will feel like falling asleep under the naked galaxies without the fear of not being found.

I dream of a love that stays. The one that will always feel like a reminder that I'm worthy of being held, of being called "the one", and of being a safe haven.

Sometimes, I grew tired of romance. But as I lie awake, I'd like to believe that when the stars finally align, I will get it, too.

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Wanderlust and city dust !

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Wanderlust and city dust !

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Here's to the people who try their hardest to be good enough for everyone; who spend hours reading random quotes to find the right one; who listen to the same song dozens of times because the lyrics mean a lot; who deserve so much more than they get and are willing to fight for it and those who wished upon a star, wasted on someone who will never care; and to the beautiful people who feel lonely in their hearts. 🤍

[akindplace]

Just because your previous relationship didn't work, it doesn't mean you can't find someone else who will love you for who you are, who will try to make it work, who will have your back. You are not hard to love, you are not too much, you are not a burden. You are good enough to love and be loved! Don't believe those who tell you that they can't stay with you because you are "too difficult to love". You are deserving of love! 💜

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[kalopsiaofwords]

I was twenty summers old when I realised, that art isnt perfection, that those who create art are fucked in the head, that they're an art themselves.

So, when they write about love, even though they haven't felt that in a long while now,

It's everything to be called a sin.

Hearts you see can be broken in so many ways, more than the once you have known of for years.

It's just easier to write than to say the words.

The real art will always be a little messy, torn between the reality and the idea of it,

Be it the song lyrics, a piece of literature, be it the painting on the painter himself.