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my mouth will be full of lies but my eyes will be pools of honesty. my face will be strong but my arms will burn and ache. my feet will carry me away but my heart will bring me back.
i love you’s, please’s, and no thank you’s by kavita preetam (via @kavitapreetam)
Her hands are soft and fragile, and at the same time calloused and strong. Her skin is light brown leather tinged with hints of bronze, and still taut despite her age. Her hands are those of a both a warrior and a woman, in no particular order. With them, she builds up and holds together people constantly falling apart. She never married or had kids of her own to put together, so she made do with others. Carrying others’ burdens is a task she does best; she bears her own upon no one. She is stranded in a moral desert, void of all emotion in the cacophony of merchantsmerchantsmerchants and traffictraffictraffic. Everybody is trying to sell you something in this city, she says. They come through the alleys through the wrought iron gates with their wares carefully cradled in a basket on their heads or on their backs or on their rickety carts. You can buy a tiger’s eye if you wanted, she says, but the one thing you need most no one ever carries. Peace. I try to reach out to those hands, to both the warrior and the woman at once. I ask: “How long can you possibly go on like this?” She does not hear me. She asks, instead, hands busily sorting through vegetables from the bazaar, “Did you eat your breakfast this morning?”
Nav K (via navk)
she is the sun and i am a sunflower
maa (mother) by kavita preetam (via kavitapreetam)
though it may be impossible to forget you my heart, my body no longer aches for you and for that I could not be more relieved
samaguri (content) by kavita preetam (via kavitapreetam)
You are a woman. Skin and bones, veins and nerves, hair and sweat. You are not made of metaphors. Not apologies, not excuses.
Sarah Kay, The Type (via murmurrs)
Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s swept away.
Sarah Kay (via navk)
how exquisite was that moment in which I got lost in your eyes and found home
ghar (home) by kavita preetam (via kavitapreetam)
I love the smell of book ink in the morning.”
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I never loved to read. One cannot love breathing.
Harper Lee To Kill a Mockingbird (via novel-quotes)
I want to write your body with my tongue until the sheets beg with ecstasy, tap my initials into your spine until the rest of your bones pine with envy
Maxim Ocean (via moceanwrites)
I was an instrument and he intended on creating music
Sangeetkaar (musician) by Kavita Preetam (via kavitapreetam)
If I was in school majoring in Her, I’d never want to finish. That’s why I’m still studying her hips and their quantum physics. And some say that’s impossible but I’m not a cynic; I live for that swish and flick (like in Harry Potter, except no goblins, innit?). I can’t promise this love is child-proof, because some say that the proof of love is a child so who am I to disprove? I’m really trying to enunciate my passions, immortalize her now so she can be everlasting. But what’s in an explanation and what for? Here’s a short explication of all the things I adore: Her cheeks coloured rose, the shape of her nose, the way her hair smells and the way that it flows. Man, I swear that she glows (with or without the sun) and it’s like she knows; I can still recognize her with my ears shut and my eyes closed. The way she looks against my body like I’m paper decorated in prose. It’s in the way we fold together, the calligraphy of our soul.
Nav K (via navk)
this world is for us. not that we are made for it. it will let us go.
charhiaee (to ascend) by kavita preetam (via kavitapreetam)
in loving memory of my dear friend, jusdeep singh sethi
it never got old nor did it feel new. our fingers swiftly created the art of one another; painting each movement. our voices made music our feet chose to dance to with nothing in between us but our edges.
pieces of a puzzle by kavita preetam (via kavitapreetam)
though it may be impossible to forget you my heart, my body no longer aches for you and for that I could not be more relieved
samaguri (content) by kavita preetam (via kavitapreetam)
if only I could weave words worthy of you
kavita (poems) by kavita preetam (via kavitapreetam)
you. have the face of a lioness and the heart of a pride.
singhni (lioness) by Kavita Preetam (via kavitapreetam)
