#poetries

[desifleabag]

Hello beautiful people out here!

I am Deepali. I am from Pune, Maharashtra. I am 21 years old (shaadi ki umar)

Desi fleabag? Because I relate the most with that specific character. Horny, messy, vulnerable, and crazy all the time but also considerate, expressive, and kind. I am a desi version of her.

🎀What I like? I like to dance, sing, journal, write poems and stories, and doom scroll all the time

📍Professional side of me

I did my bachelor's in philosophy. I have been working in an organization for quite a long time. I am a content writer. I am a writer/poet. I am an open mic performer. I have performed at esteemed platforms like tapeatale, poemsindia, kommune, and many more. I am a psychology and sociology student too. I am a co-facilitator and youth lead in different schools through my organization. I have worked on poetry anthology books.

The most important part of my life is being a poet or a writer. It's been a decade since I started writing, and professionally, it's been two years. My poetry and stories revolve around different and unique topics like mental health, family dynamics, feminism, societal norms and culture, romance, life intricacies, friendship, etc. I love being a poet and telling people stories about me and the world because I believe poetry is everywhere. I have a blog called Sip and Sofa Stories where I share the most wholesome blogs and fun-to-read stories.

Not much of a reader, but I like reading poetry by Sylvia Plath and more female writers.

💌 Movies and songs? I am a die-hard fan of Bollywood. I listen to 2000s Bollywood and retro songs. No one can challenge me the way I vibe on these songs and dance. My childhood is memorable because of Sunidhi Chauhan, Lata Mangeshkar, Kishore Kumar, RD Burman, Asha Bhosle, Sonu Nigam, Shaan, Arijit Singh, and many more artists. I also listen to Kpop, pop, indie type of music on days when I am dissociating at the fullest. Hold my clutcher, I am a Swiftie and Lana Del Rey fan too, bitch.

I love Bollywood movies, and I am yet to discover more Western movies. I have a bunch of comfort movies like Ye Jawani Hai Dewaani, Piku, Om Shaanti Om, etc.

🪕 My aesthetic type? A combination of Geet and Piku and a little bit of Poo vibe sometimes. But I love desi clothes. Kurti, jhumkas, bindi, bangles, oh god I love being a woman.

Interesting facts about me :

🌸I have three tattoos on my body (Crescent moon, "you're on your own kid" title, "grateful"). I love getting tattoos!!

🥃Loneliness who? I go to bars, cafes, and parks alone because why not. I fear no god.

💛I never was in a relationship, just some hardcore crushes who crushed my soul.

❤️‍🩹I have been in therapy for almost three years and on and off on meds. GAD (generalized anxiety disorder) gang assemble!

😶‍🌫️I love and hate spending time on LinkedIn. Girl boss era.

💬I write poetry about my crushes and defame my ex-friends. They know it very well! Lol.

I am a hopeless romantic and a professional delusional person. I will cook the best scenarios in my head and write about them. I romanticize life on another level though there are 156 rupees in my bank account by going to aesthetic cafes.

:¨ ·.· ¨:

`· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𝛢𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝘰'𝑠 𝑔𝘰𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝘵ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝘰𝑤𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠,𝑊ℎ𝘰'𝑠 𝑔𝘰𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑝𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝘵ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝘵𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠? ⊹ ‧₊˚

🖇To connect with me

𖹭 kavitavali.deepali to read my poems and stories on instagram

𖹭 sip and sofa stories blog. I write monthly blogs

Thankyou for reading my long ass introduction! Flying kiss tumhai💋

[riri-of-the-valley]

who am i if not exploited

r.r.

[chaerinnz]

Right person, wrong time, it seems fate's cruel game,

Two souls entwined, yet paths not the same.

In another world, another rhyme,

Perhaps our love would have had its time.

Destiny's twist, a bitter sweet song,

We dance in shadows, where we belong.

Though heartache whispers, we must part ways,

In memories, our love forever stays.

-Chae

[dactylicreveries]

The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1944–1947

[oyeevarnika]

रास्ते खूबसूरत है तुम्हारे साथ

मंजिल की फिलहाल बात नही करते

~आयुष्मान खुराना × glimpse of love

[shareapoetry]

I thought I never experienced love,

The rush in your veins,

The racing of your heart,

Things that people call butterflies;

But the love I found was nothing like that,

He was like a fine wine getting better with age,

While I was like a bird rotting in its cage.

He was full of calmness inside,

While I was like a turbulent storm;

Talking with him was all I needed to feel alright,

And his shoulder felt like home;

When he was with me I desired no more,

Because love is found in comfort;

Not in chaos.

Saumya Thapliyal

(Do follow @shareapoetry on Instagram💕)

[thoughts-of-a-caterpillar]

Something about comparing the way some parents raise their children for the sole purpose of fulfilling their own dreams to the way lambs are raised with love only when they're supposed to be sacrificed and fulfil the prayers of humans hits so hard

[sanelyinsanemiss]

In English We say: "Stay Loyal To Me"

But In Urdu:

"Hum nahi chahte tumhara taaluq kisi aur se ho,

Tumhein agar nafrat bhi karni hai toh faqat ham se karo."🤍

[stardust-musing]

I heard my mother asking our neighbour for some salt. I asked her why she was asking them as we have salt at home. She replied: "It's because they are always asking us for things; they're poor. So, I thought I'd ask something small from them so as not burden them, but at the same time make them feel as if we need them too. That way it'll be easier for them to ask us for anything they need from us."

—Ali al-Jifri

[frommydiary]

"Aur phir dekhtey hi dekhtey... meri mohabbatein, meri hasratein, meri khwahishein, Meri khushiyan, mere khaab, sab ke sab marr gye, aur ab badd dua hai toh badd dua hi sahi, jaa tujhe kisi ki bhi mohabbat mei suqoon naa miley. "

~unknown

[poetricismic]

I was lost in loving you in silence...Until I woke up to you gone

Poetricismic

[desifleabag]

My study table gives me so much motivation that sometimes I forget to look up and read these notes

[riri-of-the-valley]

casually fading away ...

r.r.

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

I loved her against reason,

against promise,

against peace,

against hope,

against happiness,

against all discouragements that could be .

- Charles Dickens, Great Expectations.

[dactylicreveries]

[shatxarticulateswithlove]

She wore a smile like a loaded gun.