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

“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

“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

“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

“And here I am on my borrowed time.”
― 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

“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

“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

“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

“Silence that sleeps in the heart of the dead, Was once bled to death in the chains of hope, In the utopian fields of loneliness. And now I am victim of my own conscience, Insulate me from my flaws and my kind…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“I’m so jealous of my loneliness, I’m glad I feel the same again, Naked in the crowd cold alone, These clothes they hide no more, How long am I going to carry this existence? This living is an over hyped routine…”
― 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

“Meet me eye to eye, Let the feelings multiply, No more fear, we are near, Hand in hand, Chained by love forever…”
― 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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“I want no fate other than what is written by her, For I believe in her providence. And even if my heart is meant to be broken, I want her to do that honour, For I pray to her to grant me a warm ending…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“If your photographs can make me shiver, Even In the warmth of a burning wax. If just a simple glance from you, Can destroy the difference between, Night and day and the time in between, And I even fear to look into those beautiful brown eyes, Are those eyes doors to another realm?”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“I am scared to look inside me, Except me everyone else is in here, And they said education was the cure, Now of not even one thing that I am sure…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“For a grownup like me, To learn from her, What it takes to love, It comes naturally to her…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“With every breath we can end it all, The gift of life is not for all, But our long bloodless crawl, Like kings without a quest, The real romance is in this feeling of death…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“Busy painting the trees green, To bring back her spring, You make the snow look so pale, Do you belong to some fairy tale?”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“Suffer now they said for a better distant life, It’s a lie I need to believe in because everyone else does. And I wonder if self-control means waiting? Because that’s the only thing I have ever done…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“And your eye lashes do that to me every now and then, Make my heart skip a beat. Do that to me often so I can, Complain to God about this life being so short, And beg him for another life time besides you…”
― 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

“The journey is to find our way back to the start, And seek the future in our past, For far into the distance I see someone like me, Trying to figure out the same old lie that life is…”
― Piyush Rohankar, Narcissistic Romanticism

“Hidden in the air, The feeling slowly grows, And then the haunting starts, Like some whispering in the dark, Intoxicating the mind, And then I know it’s time, To worship her shrine…”
― 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