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  • vishakhaverma 1d

    mera toh ghar hai,
    uss rab ki godh mein,
    na hai yahan koi apna,
    na hai koi rishta,
    ghum hoon mein bas,
    sirf mein,


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  • vishakhaverma 1w

    there’s still room,
    for more magic in me,
    i’ve just gotten started,
    what you are seeing now,
    is not what you will see,
    a year from now,
    i’ve got more,
    to captivate,
    then what,
    the normal eye,
    can endure.

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  • vishakhaverma 1w

    inn vaadon ki umar bhi,
    bas do pal ki hoti hai,
    aaj jo banaate hai,
    kal mein hi toot jaate hai.

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  • vishakhaverma 1w

    sharaab mein nasha toh tha,
    lekin,
    nasha bhi tha uss shaam mein,
    aapki muskaan mein,
    woh jagmagaati aankhein aapki,
    jinme humme apni parchaayi nazar aayi.

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  • vishakhaverma 1w

    my heart is not manufactured,
    to endure deceit and unfaithfulness,
    in the name of love.

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  • vishakhaverma 1w

    ek aurat hone ka kya matlab hai,
    mujhe tab samajh mein aaya,
    jab uska saath choota,
    aur akele maine saamna kiya duniya ka,
    shayad uss ek pal mein badi hogayi,
    jab apne dard ko maine ek muskaan se chupaaya,
    woh unginat raatein,
    jab maine usse bhulana seekha,
    jab har din ek jung ban gayi thi,
    iss koshish mein,
    ki chahe kuch bhi ho jaaye,
    bas uska ek khayal bhi na aaye,
    aage badti gayi mein,
    peeche mud kar dekhna kiya band maine,
    apne aap se ishq karna seekha,
    tujhe nikaala iss dil se,
    baatein teri bhulne lagi,
    aage mein badni lagi,
    chahne lagi apni azaadgi,
    bhulne lagi mein,
    apna purana roop,
    dheere dheere main badalne lagi,
    ab ek nasha sa aane laga meri hasi mein,
    shayad aurat hona aage badna hota hai.

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  • vishakhaverma 1w

    how am i supposed to know he’s the one?
    will i get butterflies in my stomach every time I speak his name?
    maybe i’ll know by the way he kisses me,
    or it might be way he makes me laugh when all i want to do is cry,
    what if he doesn’t know my soul in a way i would like him to?
    will he still be the one then?
    how will i know he’s the one?
    will he know that i’m sad without me saying a word to him?
    will he embrace the dark turmoil in me and still love me for it?
    or will he leave when he sees my scars?
    will he sweep me off my feet or will it be those kisses on my forehead every time we meet?
    how will i know he’s the one?

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  • vishakhaverma 1w

    they say love is supposed to be pure,
    they say it meets us when we least expect it,
    but how i ask them?
    where do we find something so pure, in a world that runs on the wheels of,
    cunningness, betrayal, and fake promises.


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  • vishakhaverma 1w

    i shattered under that loss,
    i lost myself into an abyss,
    of just plain infidelity,
    and i’ve been trying to find my way back ever since.

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  • vishakhaverma 1w

    and the bells of betrayal still ring in my ears,
    the glisten in your eyes when you lied,
    the tone of your voice every time you took her name.

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