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  • archanadhivar 8w

    The first conversation
    had no meaning for me,
    but it gradually began to
    change my perspective on you.
    When you ask me anything
    I fumble alot.
    24/7 I don't think about you,
    but I do.
    You have no idea how much
    I know about you than
    your best friend.
    Perhaps a stalker knows more
    about you than your surrounding.
    Everything I notice about you,
    that no one else did.
    I despise you for being
    so adorable.
    I try not to think about you,
    but this universe shit happens
    all the time.
    Everything ends up being
    related to you, which makes me
    blush even more.
    Blushy red cheeks say it all.


    ©archanadhivar

  • archanadhivar 8w

    Nightmare.

    The fucking nightmare in my life is
    what if I lose you,
    what if you dont care about me,
    what if you will not bother about me,
    what if you will never call me again,
    what if you walk away silently,
    what if it will end time by time,
    what if you will never text me again,
    what if uh will not share small talks with me,
    what if u start ignoring me,
    what if I will be alone like always I'm,
    What if I lose you.
    what if what if has fucked up everything.
    .
    This what if fucks the broken heart
    Till end to start.

    ©archanadhivar

  • archanadhivar 24w

    Kisi ne sach kaha hai jo tumhe apna WAQT de unke sath raho,
    durr ke rishto meh khot aa hi jata hai.

    ©archanadhivar

  • archanadhivar 24w

    I love his special day.

    It's not fair when your favourite person doesn't pick your call on his birthday.
    Damn, i waited for this time from so long, I called at 12:00am but unfortunately denied.
    Ugh this hurts like a hell, for that special person in your life.
    Boom, he called me after an hour & I said happy birthday and again he disconnected the call saying thank you! may be he is more happy with his friends.
    .
    It hurts but i love you.

    ©archanadhivar

  • archanadhivar 34w

    Waqt ke sath logg badalte hai, Sab bola karte hai.
    Aaj dhek bhi liya...



    ©archanadhivar

  • archanadhivar 35w

    I don't miss my old friend.
    I don't cry for them.
    Just feeling low.
    While thinking how stupid i was.
    Alien is my friend.

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    Dard-e-dost

    Phir woh Raat ayi jab unn dosto ki Yaad ayi,
    Bhale hi unhone hamari kadar nahi ki toh bhi hamari Jaan theee salee.
    .
    Jab logo ne kaha dost dil toda krte hai,
    Humne kaha huh hamari dosti dariya ke pani jaise hai, hum bhete anadi smajh nahi paye dost bhi dil toda krte hai.
    .
    Dosti ke naam pe bhagwan thee sare,
    Hame kya pata sab shaitan ban jayege .
    .
    Kisi Se dosti krne ke liye khabi hickichye nahi,
    But Yeh kaminey dosto ne sikha diya har koi tumhara dost ni.
    .
    Dosti toh bohat ki hai,
    Par tumhari jaise dard-e-dosti pheli bar dheka.
    .
    Kya hi kahe janab log badla krte hai,
    Hum jise chahne lage woh badal ne lagte h.
    .
    Bhala issi me hai dosti Sirf kaam tak rakhe.
    .


    ©archanadhivar

  • archanadhivar 36w

    Jo chaiye woh milta nahi,
    Jo Hai unki kadar nahi.






    ©archanadhivar

  • archanadhivar 36w

    dosti bhi tum ne sikhai,
    pyar bhi tumhi ne sikhai,
    aur nafrat bhi.


    ©archanadhivar

  • archanadhivar 36w

    Dard-e-dil

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    Woh logg jo hame pyar ka Matlab sikha dete hai, aksar wahi logg hame Dard Ka bhi sahi arth bata dete hai.


    ©archanadhivar

  • archanadhivar 36w

    Sorry for my harsh words... ❤️��
    #love #nolove #friend #nofriend #self #noself

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    Dear me,
    I know its tough times going on.
    Nobody can feel you like you feel to yourself.
    It's been a week without you, you couldn't even think about it how fuck all things are going in my fucking mind.
    I'm sorry for my lovely words.
    Ughh.. I'm not an writer i couldn't write as good as you but can't help nobody is there to listen me,
    So I'm back to you mirakee.
    Overthinking really sucks.
    This is not a poem nor an write up but a broken heart voice.
    No more love is real in this world.
    Love hurts you, teach you, pain you.
    .
    Fucked up with love.
    Made mistake.
    Fucked up with friendship
    Made mistake.
    .
    .

    ©archanadhivar