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  • dr__aditi 2h



    I want to stop thinking about you.
    I hate me for not able to do so.


    ©dr__aditi

  • dr__aditi 8h

    #miraquill #life #love #special #Magic #writersnetwork

    There is this one person who opens you up like nobody else ever could. They make you happy they make you feel seen, they show care, and they do care and your heart melts for all the little things they do for you, and they do it not because for some gain but because they just care.
    In the moment it feels so overwhelming that you forget all that you want to say what are you feeling how you want this to never end and rightly tell them how happy you are with them. when its time to part ways it's unnerving how your heart sinks in depth of despair it gives you ache in your chest. How you try not to cry and then uncontrollably cry when they have gone away. How it becomes from a happy tale to a left alone tragedy. But that is okay , because sometimes best things in life are meant for a shorter period than you expected, they are just there to give you hope you needed, to get back the longing for life which you have lost long time ago, they inspire you daily even in there absence. Gives you caurage. You start to act like them because you are thinking abou them all the time. The good, the bad, the intolerance in thier behavior and most importantly their addictive smile you see everytime you close your eyes, it all gets absorbed unconsciously in your mind.
    You forget your miseries upon seeing them, their presence makes all the difference.
    You become a different person from within yet you can't show them.
    Whatever bad and silly you have felt before them is ironically nothing but a reflection of their absence from your life. You realise the very difficult life is so easy with them in it. It solves the issues, without actually solving them, it takes away your grimace because you have now just ignored all the trouble. It does not exist when they are present. It might sound like magic. They are nothing but magic you seeked all your life.
    In your usual life the stress which was 100 % of time becomes 0 on meeting them and the cirisis you feel when you realise you have to one day go back to that usual stress, but now that 100% feels 200%. Now you don't want to go back your illogical thinking takes off, you would rather die than to go back. So you cry hard on your day returning back realising however good you felt you aint getting it back. Nothing will be same again. This one realisation takes away all the life out of you. You feel nothing. Emptiness engulfs you again. The sadness is infinte yet you hold yourself up, clean your tears, close your eyes, take a deep breath and remember his face, his smile, his words. The turbulance sorts itself out. There's nothing more magical than this. There's nothing more love than this. Afterall you learn to be without them with them in your head all the time. Living a miracle, called love.

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    Living a miracle, called love.

    ©dr__aditi

  • dr__aditi 1d



    Love cost us liberty of choice; for the love we deserve and the love we get.

    ©dr__aditi

  • dr__aditi 1d



    Letting you go is hard; but i have been through more difficult days.

    ©dr__aditi

  • dr__aditi 2d

    Room temperature was set on 18, she looked at the window below the ac with eyes half open.
    Outside, the light looked too early in the morning, without opening her eyes searched through the sheets for the phone. Got it, switched it on, the screen lit up with blue light weather forecast on the top right corner Date and time in the middle of the screen. 6:47 Am, 02/05/2022. Sound of birds confirmed it's way too early from her usually wake up time, at home it has never occurred. It's always her mom who wakes her up and also preset alarms has not been of any help. It's now just a daily habit to snooze the alarm timer every 15 minutes to only wake up 2 hours later. Such mundane beginning in the morning sets day off for a boring routine repeatedly, uncontrollably tiring for a normal life.
    Thinking about how this morning is different from every other, she rubbed her eyes, lifting her up from bed going toward window, opened the curtains.

    The fresh air through the creas of the glass smelled of muddy rain, and the day ahead !

    #miraquill #diarylife #life #writersnetwork

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    How we room in discomforts in our hearts, even when it hurts, is ashtonishing.

    ©dr__aditi

  • dr__aditi 4d



    A little while ago, I had a good dream, lying in bed, I felt my heart beating for the first time in a long while. When I realised how little I have lived in my body, how much in my mind.

    ©dr__aditi

  • dr__aditi 5d



    Some memories are not just past
    but hope to a broken heart,
    to find love in unimaginable place,
    to see light beyond darkness.

    ©dr__aditi

  • dr__aditi 1w



    Isn't it lovely we can dream
    about certain things and
    it makes you feel good the same,
    reality and fiction entangled in a single frame.

    ©dr__aditi

  • dr__aditi 2w

    Facade

    All we see is nothing but a facade
    And how skillfully everything
    we show is nothing but a facade
    Accurately it feels like living is
    a chance with varying degree of
    prospects to manage a big timeline
    of facade.

    ©dr__aditi

  • dr__aditi 2w

    #hindipoetry #कविता #पुरानेदोस्त #friendships #miraquill #life #writersnetwork

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    "साथ"

    ऐसा नहीं है कि सुहाती नहीं है कंपनी
    उनकी जो सुगमता से मिल गए हैं
    बस कमी इस कदर खलती हैं उनकी जो
    अब मिलते नहीं हैं सालों तक
    जिनसे मुस्कराने की वजह नहीं होती थी
    जिनसे उदासी की वजह नहीं छुपती थी
    जिन्हे अक्सर ही आंखों से हाल बयां हो जाते थे
    जिनसे अक्सर ही बेसमय मुख्तार हो जाते थे
    जिनसे कभी कुछ माँगा नहीं पर सब हाजिर था
    जो जरूरत वो पूरी होती, साथ मुफ़्त शामिल था
    ©dr__aditi