#scribbled stories

[bluemartiann]

So I watched you just being there, buying groceries, and though I was right next to you, I had to look away.

I looked away because only other thing I could do was fall in love with you.

[knbpoetry]

Maybe it won’t

Always be like this.

Floating in stardust

Every time we kiss.

Maybe the magic will fade,

Like people say.

But I’m just satisfied

That you exist.

-K.N.B.

[divijasurbhi]

Not all love stories end like RAB NE BNA DI JODI some are meant to be end like HAMARI ADHURI KAHANI.. live your life because you don't know which end is decided by your fate.

[hrits]

It's Thursday today,

And exactly 16 thursdays away

We were together holding up,

I was right next to you,

Wanting to live the moment a little longer, grieving to hold on till the midnight.

It felt like bliss,

I don't know what an actual BLISS feels like but, I usually play those moments in my mind and I no longer find myself searching for the answer anymore.

A different sort of happy,

Which somehow brings in tears to my eyes and meanwhile my lips can't stop smiling.

The world calls it hurt,

But, I call it suffering.

Seems like there isn't much difference between the two,

But, there is-

One makes you feel pain, immense pain deep within your heart,

While the other doesn't allow you to feel anything anymore, it makes you numb.

I don't precisely 'suffer' on thursdays.

But, somedays I'm just successful in layering it up with other emotions,

On others,

I fail and surrender to suffering.

Endless-

[pistachiowrites]

I want to push you up against all the colors of the setting sun and kiss you until you forget how to spell your own name.

[aastha176]

Coz I found them too DEEP and REALISTIC.

We all start as STRANGERS 💫 ⭐️ 🌟

One day this all is going to make SENSE🧚‍♀️

Be more of you and less of THEM 🦄

Don’t judge,everyone has different STORY 🌈

Spending more time on myself in 2019🌦

[babaengmadaldal]

To the people who think I have a lot of friends,

You tell me I have a lot of friends. A lot of people to talk to, a lot of hands to hold me when I’m falling, a lot of kingdoms to rule alongside the thrones.

A question, since when did life become so simple? There are nights when I am breaking, struggling to stop my tears from flowing, with my throat all clogged up with a pain which prohibits my sobs from coming out. These nights shatter the universe around me - I’m stuck in a black hole which seems to swallow the very strength I possess. My world, on such nights, is like a cassette, put on repeat. While I watch it move in circles, the land beneath me cracks and I stumble; I look around, but I find no one. I don’t blame anyone.

There was a time when I wanted to build an army but when I looked around, I found only wounded soldiers, each fighting a war of their own. I realised then that life is but an epidemic which contemptuously strikes everyone- there is no medicine, no saviour, no person who can take you out of this. Everyone suffers. The struggle here is for survival, for strength, and for solitude.

So, to the people who think I always have someone to fall back upon, here lies the truth - “there will always be someone they will choose over you.” No matter what they say, there will be a time when everyone will leave. So, while I walk on my paths filled with orange leaves, I’ll hear you quietly talking about the non-existent evergreen trunks of my life. You think I have friends. So let’s just say, yes, I do. I do because the world’s a stage and everyone is an actor- I’ll play the role of being happy, you play the role of deciding whether I really am.

Yours,

A girl who befriends all.

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Open Letter by Aashna Agrawal | FanPost | The Scribbled Stories

[not-a-nice-man-to-know]

One had ego. One had self respect. Though their eyes met, not a single word was exchanged.

'Eyes' by Sanghi