Narcissistic Romanticism Quotes

“She is a religion practiced by few, Fading fast to the plastic urban promises, So vintage, her beauty sounds fiction, Can’t separate the maiden from the myth, A fragrance meant for folklore, She is the love long forgotten by the roads…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“I do leave my bed to see tomorrow, And traverse the landscape that my desires paint, But every night when I return to my bed, My existence seems to be a mere exercise in repetition…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“The way you philosophize life, With those beer tins in your hand, Lady, such a poetry you are when you are drunk, And those cigarettes in between your pretty fingers, You look so very graceful when you are smoking, So very beautiful in the haze, Like some medieval artwork, So worthy to be on canvas…

I just love to watch you struggle in bed, Fighting the sunlight with your pillow, And in all the glory of your Sunday morning hangover, Innocence oozes out of your drunken face, And Oh my Godless lady it’s time for your, Lemonades, Novocain and hour long shower in silence. I know it’s crazy to believe in silly things, But you look so very pure when you suffer from your addictions…

--- Her Cigarettes And Beers”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“Will I find a place in your memory? Or if you choose to write a story, I wonder if you will remember? Or will I be your forgotten December?”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“She came, She saw, She conquered, And how easily I surrendered, Without even giving a fight, So blinded was I by her radiant light, She pierced my heart with a single touch, Her bewitching eyelashes and whispering smile, Left me paralyzed for a while,”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“And here I am on my borrowed time.”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“I know it’s crazy to believe in silly things, But you look so very pure when you suffer from your addictions…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“I fear a future that I cannot grasp, As I bargain myself through this life. My promises are fantasies which I sell and buy, And the more I lust the more I lie,”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“The things I love, And the things I hate, Are all inside my head, Still not content with what I waste, And whatever pleases me I chase. So when do I stop this haste?”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“There is no hurry in heaven, No time runs up there, Even the Gods have a disease, Boredom they say. Live, please don’t leave, No river of wine flows up there, No water too pure to cure your sins, No land too holy to die for, Live, don’t leave…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“My lines have already been drawn, In her pristine existence. For she can stop my clock, And change my time into space, And I can feel all this, Without an ounce of spirit…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“She lives the same old story, Of promises that were never meant to be, She knows she better hurry, Before the sun sets on her youthful hue…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“And for me to see all this, A strange happiness crosses my mind, For I wait patiently for her heart to get broken, So I could beg at her doorsteps again…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“Ever split your heart into two? Or were you busy buying those foreign dreams, From lips you wouldn’t have otherwise kissed, But now all your best laid plans, Ended up in tears and cans, And it pains now even without loving. Do you remember that boy, Who wanted to be your man?”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“Oh passer-by, but let not her smile deceive you, Into believing that you can possess her too, For she was here long before you, For she would be here long after you turn into ashes, For she is no one’s, yet everyone’s to love…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“If not for those kisses that she plants on me, The bruises that time leaves would never heal, And I surrender to the warmth of her embrace, As she teaches me how to feel and let go of things…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“No woman would ever explore me, For nothing is left in me for them to claim. They still think of you when they think of me, For they know how brutally you loved me once…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“You have scarred me for a lifetime, Even the angels won’t take me without your permission. I’m your leftover they say, And I’m all yours to keep…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“God gifted me this life, But the days pass by without a choice, And to keep discovering the same old things, Oh to find myself on the verge of nowhere. I keep reminding my loneliness, Everything is but just a passing phase…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“Sitting beneath the Nazi Cross, Counting all her past lovers, Whose names she barely remembers, I wonder, to her, if they are just a number, For her smile widens with every count, Her favorite pass time post bedtime, Feeling guilty to what she did to them, But the smile refuses to fade, For God, innocently she says, will forgive her and all her guilty pleasures, Because that’s his duty to do so…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“The believers sing the holy songs of fear, Virgin silence has long bled to tears, Fear no more child the mother says, You shall be safe again in another grave…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“She rests in peace somewhere in heaven, As I am still counting the years, it has been seven, Of what made her happy back then is now hurting me much, As I delve through her memories here on earth, Dear Lord this love should never have taken birth. Of what made her happy back then is now hurting me much.”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“To forget easily is not a gift I am blessed with, The winters and those valentines, I did my loving all the time, But now the difference, She sits in heaven with saint valentine,”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“What do I know? Of how your lips taste, And how your kisses heal, And how your hugs feel. What do I know of how it feels? To drown in your eyes, And to rest in your arms. I can but only imagine…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“From one pain to another, I walked down a path, I thought I knew so well and how? Another lover leaving without a goodbye…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“Feel the bewitchment of silence, Stop the negotiations within, Give up the armistice with failure, When everything is lost which was meant to be, And now all that remains is you…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“Let her flower gracefully, No matter which garden she chooses to be in, No matter which season it is, No matter who the gardener is, Let there be admirers and lovers at her doorsteps, Let there be worshipers at her feet, Let there be love and let her be loved…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“If not my own fantasy then, Whose imagination am I? Not a day goes by wondering, Where exactly am I? Inside my head or inside your eye…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“Before they dress me in black, And leave me in abyss to rot, Hug me one last time, And through my icy cold breathing, Hear my deceased heart saying, Darling I will love you deep, From my eternal chamber of sleep…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“I have died a million times,
Only to have taken birth again, Just to solve the mystery that she is. She is my secret, That nobody will ever know or feel…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism