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  • sarkar_srestha 4w

    Memories the lost ones are the most cruel thing that an individual ever comes across.They always remain as fresh wounds and not as scars. The attachments for people that once bound us with them remains forever even if the toxicity of emotions ends up your relation with them.
    So shouldn't memories be made? I guess fresh wounds are better than lifelong scars. You can always hope for wounds to heal and vanish aways somewhere down the skin.But scars remain.
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  • sarkar_srestha 4w

    Woman

    I have questions unanswered
    With a spirit so rebellious
    That's tired of this patriarchy - so infectious.
    I am impulsive
    I am emotional
    I'm agressive
    But I do forgive
    Your bias of being so repressive.
    I'm always put down
    I'm always at fault
    I am the victim
    I'm my own convict
    That's how you justify my assault.
    Well , I hope you now understand
    With this description so grand
    Who "I" am
    I'm a woman; a female
    Not a feminist
    not an misandrist who hates a male
    I'm a woman who's feminine.
    And I think that's not a sin.
    Or is it??
    ©sarkar_srestha

  • sarkar_srestha 4w

    How good things would have been if fights were like nightmares that would haunt you the entire night but you would be fine next morning. Over and out of it.
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  • sarkar_srestha 5w

    Dear heartbreak,
    I had crossed my road with you and stood there with you for quite a long time. You grew this kid up who now pretends to be an adult. So do not disturb my process of adulting. Do not disturb my pretence.
    You have been harsh and cruel with me, smiling at my miseries. You loved the way I tossed and turned sleepless on my cosy bed. You loved the insomniac me .
    I have scrolled enough feeds and my home page,torn enough pages of my beautiful diary, wet my pillow ,seen the moist sunlight with red eyes. I have fought enough with myself and my nerves who just wanted to break down and sit on its knees.
    Now , if we ever again happen to cross roads I would just smile at you like that long lost friend whom you once loved dearly and let you go. It's because you have taught me letting go.
    Yours faithfully
    Someone who parted away with the broken pieces of her heart.
    ©sarkar_srestha

  • sarkar_srestha 5w

    That's the strangest thing with photographers or anyone who loves to photograph. For us every photo is a piece of memory. We don't click photos just for the sake of clicking it. we click photos because we like stealing moments ,we like collecting memories. At times this burden of memories is so much that we keep staring at those stolen moments and wonder how beautiful that time was. That's the problem with us we can never do away with our stolen moments. We need artistic captions for our photos , we edit them , we frame them in proper ratio and we love keeping them safe. It doesn't just matter to us whether that one person in the photo is still a part of our life or not or what equation we share with them at the present. A beautiful is photo is not just a beautiful photo for us it has a huge part of our heart.There is this strange thing with us we love stealing time and keeping them safe.
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  • sarkar_srestha 6w

    You felt exactly the same way years back - stuck between space and backspace.
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  • sarkar_srestha 6w

    Maybe life is all about walking away with incomplete poetry, broken dreams, unheard screams, lost music, scattered love stories. Maybe it's always about not knowing the last time you actually danced, the last time you breath, the last time you felt loved. Maybe life is all about a little eternity and a forever within a numbered days.
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  • sarkar_srestha 7w

    There wasn't dearth of light even under the blankets. The soul wasn't merging into one but scars were as every inch of our skin touched each other. I scraped love all over his neck and he flaunted the utmost softness of a man . I realised - "men", the real one ones are gentle enough. At times he tamed my fire like wilderness with blizzard of love that he painted all over my chest with all his fingers and lips. At times it seemed that I was given the task to memorize every mole of his body as I ran my fingers all over his bare skin,leaving no single spot unseen. There were endless songs kept playing the entire afternoon adding a memory to every touch. Every lyric synced with our moves. My lips met his and our hands didn't know what they should do so they did nothing but held each other. Discussing over Plato and John Green and several other weirdest topics we kept sticking to each other rolling all over the bed. The typical him kept annoying me throughout and we literally planned to watch a YouTube tutorial on what should be our next move. Sweat dripped all over our body and hair was wet with it even in sixteen degrees of temperature. We crawled over each other like babies. Some more sweat dripped off, we dipped some more in each other. His hands rubbed me and mine fiddled his hair. Every kiss fell exactly at its place. His hands went down on my curves and he held me tighter. Soon then, I got my orgasm when he breathe next to my ear so much inside my soul. We slept the best sleep ever in each other's arms . We just loved each other and failed to make love.
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  • sarkar_srestha 7w

    "Closure" .
    I found it too, to realize that it's not at all overrated. It didn't mean moving on but falling out of love, understanding and accepting the fact that it's okay to lose rather leave a part of you with someone, somewhere and walk away. It means to understand that "you" are done there with that thing or that person. You need to walk ahead, walk ahead for good.
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  • sarkar_srestha 8w

    And then you find someone whom you never wanna lose. He heals you, adores you and changes you. He makes the narcissistic you realize the importance of self love. Everytime you want to hold on , you are taught to let go. Everytime you fall you aren't given a hand to stand but the strength to get up on your own. Everytime you wanna cry and fall apart you aren't given a shoulder to rest upon but the courage to wipe them off. These one person teaches the strong you what strength is all about. That you collected your scattered pieces of your complex worn soul is because of him. You find pieces missing in yours which exactly fits his broken parts. He settles you and calms you and you - the silence lover learns to love solitude. You who was a lively loner learns the fact that being lonely is not being a loner.
    So you are a changed person now for good. Your strenghts are enhanced and the woman in you is emerging out beautifully. You don't stop growing into the beautiful woman you are but your heart is still a kid which he takes care of.
    Now tell me you love him?? "LOVE"?? Isnt it such a disgrace to confine this feeling to a word of four letters only?? Is he a necessary habit that he wants you not to get habituated to?? Who knows maybe he is that one person who is nothing but someone you should never lose, someone you never wanna lose.
    ©sarkar_srestha