Taking break from here.

“I can see

I can sense

I can love

Beyond their comprehension

And that’s what irritates their demons,

But it’s not for them to understand,

It’s for him n I.”

(This is my last poem here as a many rats n snakes have been spying here (the unexpected ones) with whom I have had no personal experience on any level in the past or present, still some people are like that only.)

“I hope you understand, love,

I wish you chase your dreams.

You can stay assured from my side.

It’s time to grow from every kind of negativity.

Take your time and space.”

Heart to heart.

I hope you understand me by listening to your inner voice

Like I did for you

Without paying any heed to any outer noise.

EID MUBARAK TO ALL ❤

EID AL FITR.. One of my most favourite festivals, a day n night bestowed with harmony, prayers and every pious feeling of oneness with the universe maker (you call him Allah, I just don’t use any word being apparently atheist). This festival has such feel good, peaceful vibes. Oh ! Not to forget to mention the feast. Last year we made sewaiyan (vermicelli cooked in milk n condensed milk alongwith dry fruits etc.) with other things (don’t want to mention).

Moreover, the importance of moon in it just raises the spiritual vibe to a whole new level.

Sadly, this year we could not celebrate due to a familial sorrow. But I hope that you celebrate it by heart and stay blessed.

Tactic of Triangulation used by narcissist.

“And now begins the game of Triangulation.”

I was wrong to call a pure narcissist a toxic empath when I can see clearly all the aspects of narcissism in the same person. Triangulation means comparing two people in which the one who is praised is used by the narcissist to demean the other person when that ‘other person’ does not adhere to the stupidity, toxicity and malicious behaviour or demands of the narcissist. This is done to lower the self-confidence of one of two people compared. You will mostly see a narcissist jumping from one person to another, praising highly one person one day and when that same person gets to know about the narcissist’s malice and call out about it or expose that behaviour, then that person is met with the Tactic of Triangulation.

Poverty hits different.

They did not listen,

They never could..

Not that they were deaf

Their hunger was more important

They ran together in hundreds

Having no hearth to live in

Didn’t strike their mind what they could

And keeping a distance from their brethren

Was what they should.

Grief of death was big

Grief of living was bigger to contain

You live in beautiful houses

Spending time in luxury

You can understand that perception

It’s hard to feel their pain.

Lightened off..

Not knowing

what’s on going

I know life wants me to keep enjoying

Every feeling

Every impulse I gain

Not wanting me to numb down

Needing me to love everything

Like, love, loss and pain

Stigmatic as I could be

About being so psychic

I know nothing like intuition now-a-days

Feeling free from that heavy load

I am stunned with the sensory relief

Though I am feeling everything

I am unburdened of intuitive grief.

Him and I, From a wolf tribe.

A lone wolf is my spirit’s drive,

Embracing my wilderness,

Claiming my authenticity,

Silent, calm and compost and scarcely seething angry,

Working all alone,

I am sure some day I will meet the one,

Honest, righteous and success hungry,

Whose frequency matches with my vibe,

I will meet the one from my own soul tribe.

FIRST MEETING..

Oh..Now I understand what I am feeling,

And why I am feeling it today,

Exactly an year ago we met for the first time,

I in red and you in black,

I was happy, really happy to see you

Quarter past five was the time,

Your first words were Pi Hi,

“Oh so rhythmic” I thought 😂

Trying to gulp my laughter in a nick of time,

And then that cute cuddly hug,

I loved your friendly way,

Not finding any place in the cafe, so crowded,

You found some other place to reach,

Driving oh so slow intently,

Gleefully n gay,

Trust me, I love high speed driving

I was getting irritated but it was too awkward to say 😂

But how you were doing it, loud music, slow pace, goggles on, I simply loved your swaggy way,

And then you started testing my knowledge,

I knew the answers,

You wanted me to speak up but I hardly had anything else to say,

Let me digest that we have finally met

One year four months after chit-chatting n flirting

“Really this long??” My mind got to sway.

You were really really sweet,

A bit testing, opinionated and sensible too,

Why so like me? I just don’t say things and you do.

You and your black coffee,

I read the disappointment on your face

When I didn’t exchange our different coffee to taste,

I did it on purpose,

I wanted to test how you handle a disappointment,

Pretty good in that too,

I got it you don’t behave in haste.

I know you thought I was nervous

More than I could infer,

Though I was not and never with you,

My thoughts were running around observing you silently,

I was liking you so much

And your talk

And your smile in between was a comfort.

Ah..Then came the time to say goodbye,

First you on purpose, then me on purpose,

Insisted you to drop me at my place 😂

Dirty thoughts in your mind on the way,

And lots of laughter due to that in my headspace 🤣

“Yay.. nothing’s gonna happen,

What’s up in store about it after this,”

Was what was ruling my mind,

“Let’s not get intimate so early,

I don’t want this relation of that kind.”

But when the time came to part ways,

Right in front of my door,

And you just hugged and kissed me

Sweetly yet out of a sudden;

Oh man, did you evoke something in me,

I can’t describe it, that fire,

First meeting, sweet beginning, turned into something hot and me rudden.

But you remained a gentleman all throughtout the meeting,

And I did have to behave like a lady,

Yeah.. We had to,

Because there was nothing else we could do, not that we could never,

We could but not that day,

That day I didn’t know

But I got something for you,

Something to stay with me forever. ❤

Truth of a nasty mastermind

One can feel like a mastermind,

Trying every whim with every sullen desire,

Inaugurating chaos and sliding through it like a snake,

Escaping every sight but keeping prying eyes on every person around,

Who believes a lot in make,

Trying to be a leader, showing facundity hiding ruthlessness,

A raising voice howsoever slight can he try to always suppress;

The mischief committed,

The people harmed,

The hearts broken,

The minds disturbed,

In his falsity he never did falter,

Trying to look like a saviour,

He proved to be my and many others’ halter.

“Shed your filthy facade damn it”

Even if I shout, cry n show angst,

He will say that I am just throwing a fit;

People like this have many accomplices around,

to which someone mentally weak feels bound;

But here I am and the universe with me,

How much more can he make me lonely?

To a loner who stays with the universe in touch,

That filthy mastermind can’t cause harm much,

No matter how much a sick person keeps it curtailed,

Universe has its own way for the truth to be unfurled.

STRANGE FEELING

I wish events could be different,

A little strange but straight,

I am feeling a game being played again,

I am sensing that churn in my gut again,

Can’t point at what exactly,

This is hitting my mind abruptly,

Something is seeming to be settling,

Something is seeming to be lost,

I wish if only I could point out at what

is making my heart feeling frost,

The time I could feel a rush of warmth,

I am feeling like I’m moving into pain again,

Dilemma between heart and mind,

I want to choose my heart again,

But the mind has a value that my heart could never gain,

Whatever and howsoever the events turn out to be,

I want to remain working and sane,

For my heart’s decisions have ditched me in the past,

It’s my mind that took me away from that burn,

I wish only those win in the end,

Who have loved truly,

know how to get hurt,

And from their mistakes how to learn,

For I am tired of figuring out what is boon, what is bane,

And tired of my efforts to always go in vain.