My Intangible World

and one day our interlocked fingers won’t just be a fantasy strange.


I’m so done with Indian history

Indian history is a big pile of mystery
Don’t try too hard to study,
Or your brain will get muddy
It’s a pain in the ass
Because it’s all just a load of carcass
Sepoy mutiny, Gandhian phase
It’s like being stuck in an all too familiar maze
All the mass movements, all those commissions
No Gandhi, I won’t choose non violence over ammunition
So cut all the overrated bullshit and let us be
Your Congress and Muslim League struggles, no one wants to see
I can’t wait to drop history when school gets over
Because seriously, I don’t think I can study this while being sober

-dipannita






Amelie has a strange feeling of absolute harmony. It’s a perfect moment. A soft light, a scent in the air, the quiet murmur of the city. A surge of love, an urge to help mankind overcomes her.

Movie - Amélie

Amelie has a strange feeling of absolute harmony. It’s a perfect moment. A soft light, a scent in the air, the quiet murmur of the city. A surge of love, an urge to help mankind overcomes her.

Movie - Amélie





If I, if you, if we…the largest part of any equation begins with ‘if’ followed by time.
From If by Shane Koyczan (via hush-syrup)

Like a Withered Flower

I look at the heartless humans turning into wild beasts,
As they pounce on their prey as if she were meat.
I see her endure it all,
Their hunger, torture and their need.
Not making a sound as her soul starts to bleed.

I want to reach out and relieve her from this shameful grief,
But I realize that I’m just another helpless girl,
Who can do nothing but weep.

Her soul is ripped apart one by one as she screams in agony,
And left on the ground,
Like a withered flower, deprived of life, crumpled and tattered.

I slowly carry her lifeless body to her haven, her sanctuary,
And there I lay her down and dig up a grave.
I place her inside the hollow land and start covering up her attire with sand grains.

Her face now, is a concealed mask
Revealing nothing about the torture,
Only a lifeless facade.

I stand in front of the mound of earth and cry.
I cry till all my sorrow is washed away with the rain and till the lightening has started to enrage.

I feel mother nature’s anger and pain,
As she mourns for the crude death of her child by one of her own.
This is what the world has come to, I think to myself.
Mere humans killing innocent souls
No morals, no conscience, no humanity left,
Only an insatiable hunger,
Only a never ending conquest.

- dipannita


I don’t wanna be saved
I don’t wanna be sober
I want you on my mind,
in my dreams behind these eyes
And I won’t wake up, no not this time.

I breathe you in again, just to feel you
Underneath my skin, holding on to
The sweet escape is always laced with
A familiar taste of poison.

— Halestorm, A Familiar Taste of Poison


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