Smriti Parikh

blogs from Mumbai

Sense.
LOUD if i roll your name over and over again on my tongue, in my mind over the air that pounds against my flailing lungs and the waste that is exhaled out, would you hear how loud my love is? _________________________ RESILIENCE when somebody asks, who are you i fail to answer. so i stay silent and...
Posted on 12 November 2013 | 2:51 pm
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The wait and moving on.
i gave you that right, to make me feel unimportant devious wasted redundant i gave you the right, to keep me on the hook. i take it back. _________________________ One day, I'll let you forget me, when I cannot. Even when you can't. _________________________ You are my nicotine and I, your morning c...
Posted on 7 November 2013 | 2:13 am
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His.
the thing about him wasn't his slant smile or his messy hair or the fact that he looked me in the eye, always. it was that he stopped all of a sudden to find beauty in the mundane, it was in the silence he let me be a part of when all else was noise, it was in the strokes of his strong hands when ou...
Posted on 5 November 2013 | 4:59 pm
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