ishitabhagat

There in the World of poets, let me stay alive.

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  • ishitabhagat 18w

    Abb toh deewaron se bhi baate karte hai hum.

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  • ishitabhagat 18w

    I loved you so much, that I hate myself now. you broke me so much, you tore me apart. But I'd still fix you with all these broken parts, I'd fix you with my broken heart.

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  • ishitabhagat 18w

    I wanted to 'live'. But living turns out to be fake. Taking drugs, to hallucinate, smoking weed to sleep, but all I do is weep. All this trauma is sweeping me off my feet, I wish I gave a last chance to myself, but it's just getting worse. I hope I pull myself out of this, but I pushed myself here. My head's a trap, my heart's a racket. I am a prisoner, prisoner of my own thoughts. These ghosts sit by my side each night and whisper in my ears that 'we aren't leaving'.

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  • ishitabhagat 18w

    I am trying to live, but I am just breathing. All this smoke I have been inhaling, everyday been drinking, wishing that it will teach me how to live, but I end up just breathing.

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  • ishitabhagat 18w

    Do you write suicide notes to the dead?
    Do you ask them to meet you by the grave?

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  • ishitabhagat 33w

    Don't ask me questions stupid. I am afraid I may tell you the truth. I know I am hurting you, somebody tell me what am I supposed to do, I swear, you dont have any clue, but I am stabbing you with my smile, giving you nothing but lies. So I have to let you go, I have let you go.

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  • ishitabhagat 33w

    I have been trapped, trapped in this web since days old. My heart got sold out trying to get you a lil more close.

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  • ishitabhagat 33w

    One last chance.

    Can't we mend each other? Fix together whatever is undone? Trust me, I'd mend your heart, fix your soul, even if it tears my broken heart apart.
    Just believe me, all I am asking for is one last chance. If not for me then for all those evenings when we get high and listen to trance. For those nights when you play your favorite song, and dance, for the first rainy romance, for that exchanged glance, for those efforts made because you knew you were my last. I just need that chance.

    One last chance.


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  • ishitabhagat 49w

    I wish I told u, I wish I didn't have to lie to you, I wish I spoke as truly to u as u love me, I wish I didn't keep any secrets from you, I wish u knew what I am up to, I wish you knew the actual 'me'.

    I wish I didn't have to wish for all of these, and that all of these were not just wishes but actuality, reality. I wish that I sleep as peacefully as you do, I wish I say 'I love u too' - I wish I mean it too.

    U ask me what I want from you - I say 'nothing' - how can I ask for anything? It's because of me that you lost everything. I want to speak to you, for you are my lover- but how can I? I am the cheater, I am the sinner. This is what I deserve- high and drunk - I shall be with you- oh yes! now you are the gym's cool punk. I will be with you even if I don't want to, hold your hand, and kiss you- I'll do everything- everything that I never actually wanted to - but now I need to - I have to. For I broke you - this is my way to pay you- make it up to you - I'll surely say 'yes I love you too' but you must know that it's not true, it's one of the 'have tos' I don't 'want to' love you. I don't want you.

    ©IshitaS.Bhagat

  • ishitabhagat 49w

    You love to write, as there is no one to listen to your plight. You talk to the shampoo bottles at night, because there is no one to whisper to you, "go to sleep its alright". You want to hug someone tight, but in the vicinity of your sight, even then an argument with the blank lifeless walls at three midnight makes your burden a little light. You hug yourself tight, and whisper to yourself, "got to sleep, its alright".

    But tell me honestly, is it actually alright? Didn't you weep that night? now you shall start with a 'ummm...... maybe' or a 'might'. But what about that feeling That universal feeling? Of drowning in your own thoughts, being crushed by the burden of your own dreams, being hanged by a chain of expectations and its insanity, actuality, reality and its brutality, taking a pill of truth and not being able to swallow it, for its bitter, being diabetic in your life, for all the sugary lies, for its sweeter, maintaining a balance between East & West, North & South. Why don't you speak up? Why don't you let it out? Whom are you afraid of? You, me or all of us?

    ©IshitaS.Bhagat