kaach_ka_panchi

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You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness.

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  • kaach_ka_panchi 2d

    Didn't know what love is?
    But when I found her, I got the meaning.

    With her, those two or three weeks seemed more than a century.

    Those weeks that I have come after spending with her.

    Now I've missed every minute, I want to relive every moment I spent with her.

    That living feeling.
    That goosebump, that crushing.

    Do you know how it was?
    It was as if she had filled life in me with her soul.
    It was as if the wounds within me had been healed.
    And of all the precious things, I found her smile the most precious.

    My heart was never filled with the joy of talking to her and being with her.

    I have retained the feeling of her being till today.
    I will never let that feeling gone and die.
    I felt a butterfly,
    I felt rose petals,
    When I saw her smiling, her Bluffs, and when she murmured.
    And when she suddenly touched me, her sense of touch gave purpose to my life. Her touch makes some current flow within me.

    Like She thrills me.
    Like she pulling madness inside me.

    But I didn't know before she came,
    My wandering heart used to be completely broken and lifeless.

    But then she is.

    She came into my life for a few moments and then all of a sudden she left,
    but as she left, she filled the emptiness inside me with some of her memories and gave it noise.

    ©panchi

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    #mirakee #writers #tales #wod #she #her #love #ishq #musings #writersnetwork #poemsporn #igwriters

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    Feels like Ishq//caption

    ©kaach_ka_panchi

  • kaach_ka_panchi 1w

    The sadists are the new rebels.

    ©kaach_ka_panchi

  • kaach_ka_panchi 2w

    Whenever I see you, neither one plays guitar or violin.

    But you know, it's daisies who sings for you.
    It is the lily petals that turn to me and bloom for you.


    ©kaach_ka_panchi

  • kaach_ka_panchi 2w

    While I was cried and crumbled,
    She embroidered my tears with her deepest scars.

    While I was trembling with my pain,
    She tied a hook to my pain and hung it on the broken wall of her heart.

    ©kaach_ka_panchi

  • kaach_ka_panchi 3w

    And then one day at the railway station or any airport in a city, I don't know.

    Where I'll move on to another country or city. But yes I am sure I will meet someone again. Someone there.

    But where I am going from here, I have to leave my belongings behind. My baggage.

    I don't care whether it's my belongings or whatever's inside. Whatever it is, no matter how precious it is, I'll leave it.

    On my way out I'll leave a letter in my bag,
    and I will write;

    I'm leaving now and can't look back because now nobody waits, nobody says wait.

    And If you got it then it is yours now and yes I am not here. my destination just keeps changing or I just have to wander.

    Inside my baggage.,
    It has my needs, some of my dreams, some of her gifts.
    Her divided love, her promises, some moments that I spent with her and some that never happened to me.

    And Some dreams will not come true, I just have to get out of here to fulfil them so now I have to go to improve myself.

    I'm not a loner nor a traveller, it's just me.
    I hope you understand,
    Now it's yours that was never mine, they never were.
    And I wish that you stayed. Stanger..!

    -panchi
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    #mirakee #writer #poet #igpoet #captions #tales #moveon
    #traveller #nod #writersnetwork #writerscommunity #city
    #paris

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    I have to go

    ©kaach_ka_panchi

  • kaach_ka_panchi 5w

    अब तिरे जज़्ब की वो बात नहीं,
    मैं पहले जैसा तेरा अज़ीज़ नहीं..

    मैं कह दूँगा तुझसे
    कॉल काट दे,
    नींद आ रही है..
    ©kaach_ka_panchi

  • kaach_ka_panchi 7w

    Didn't know what love is?
    But when I found her, I got the meaning.

    With her, those two or three days seemed more than a century.

    Those two-three days that I have come after spending with her.
    Now I've missed every minute, I want to relive every moment I spent with her.
    That living feeling.
    That goosebump, that crushing.

    Do you know how it was?
    It was as if she had filled life in me with her soul.
    It was as if the wounds within me had been healed.
    And of all the precious things, I found her smile the most precious.

    My heart was never filled with the joy of talking to her and being with her.
    I have retained the feeling of her being till today.
    I will never let that feeling gone and die.

    I felt a butterfly,
    I felt rose petals,
    When I saw her smiling, her Bluffs, and when she murmured.

    And when she suddenly touched me, her sense of touch gave purpose to my life. Her touch makes some current flow within me. Like She thrills me. like she pulling madness inside me.

    But I didn't know before she came,
    My wandering heart used to be completely broken and lifeless.

    But then she is.
    She came into my life for a few moments and a few days Then all of a sudden she left, but as she left, she filled the emptiness inside me with some of her memories and gave it noise.

    ©panchi
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    Yes it happened

    ©kaach_ka_panchi

  • kaach_ka_panchi 9w

    One-sided

    She will never know that 
    There is a small part of her that has melted into me.

    And I will never be able to say That 
    I truly love her.


    ©kaach_ka_panchi

  • kaach_ka_panchi 11w

    Darlin, I'm changed

    You cried for me
    But there was no reason for you to cry,
    No sorrow in your crying.

    And yeah!
    I sympathize with your words but I was not the same healer I used to be.

    ©kaach_ka_panchi

  • kaach_ka_panchi 12w

    Mother ✨

    A mother's love 
    Takes away all the pain of her children
    Like locket tied in her soul 

    That stops her children's tears from flowing.

                                   
    ©kaach_ka_panchi