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  • _parth 7w

    As when she left she takes a peice of mine. And that void is filled by pain now. And now with each heartbeat this void is getting bigger and there is only pain left in my life.

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    How beautifully fragile
    we are
    that we accept pain when
    we think we deserve it and
    let it break silently.

    ©_parth

  • _parth 12w

    I always wonder how beautiful
    that love is where people
    don't know each other
    by their names or touch
    but by their
    words or the feelings.

    where they lives in the heart
    and beats every second.
    where living is virtual
    but emotions are real.

    I wonder why love is lost in the
    world and got to know it was
    not on the faces but caged
    inside their heart.

    ©_parth

  • _parth 15w

    What if love isn't enough

    What if the two of us
    can't exist on poetry
    and movies where boy
    gets the girl and the
    villain does die in the end.

    What if we need more than
    kept promises

    What if the void never fills

    What if love isn't enough

    ©_parth

  • _parth 15w

    I always had a tendency
    to fear the worst
    to worry about things that
    too awful to birth into words

    I guess this is how the present
    grips the present
    These are echoes i can't seem
    to shake.

    But I am trying. Trying to remind
    myself that love and loss are not
    always the same thing.

    That anything deep is more than
    just a risk of drowning.

    ©_parth

  • _parth 16w

    I am not broken
    I just think i have been through enough
    So much that
    I have no other way to explain how i feel
    I am exhausted. I am hurt.
    And i want to get away.
    But i just don't know
    where I want to go.

    ©_parth

  • _parth 16w

    I always wish for a true love
    and when it finally comes

    I struggle to hold it and
    watch with desperation
    as it escapes.

    But with time i realize
    how often it leaves you
    it always come back

    ©_parth

  • _parth 76w

    Maybe before
    dying
    for our love,
    we have lived
    with their
    darkness too.

    ©_parth

  • _parth 77w

    I forgot the
    advices I give
    to you on your
    bad days.

    Could you repeat
    it once as
    the night is so dark
    that I am missing
    the moon.

    ©_parth

  • _parth 78w

    After walk a few miles
    the hands holding each other
    tightly start loosening.

    After walk a few miles
    the soulful voice becomes
    a silence.

    After walk a few miles
    the love has to be sacrificed
    for love.

    After walk a few miles
    the two roads diverged
    not the destiny.

    ©_parth

  • _parth 78w

    I was the picture
    She filled it with the
    colour of her lips.

    I was the song
    She sings in her
    poetries.

    I was the pain
    She hides in her
    eyes.

    I was the art
    Left by the
    artist.

    ©_parth