Narcissistic Love

I am encaged in my horrific thoughts,
You are handcuffed with my love outside.
I try to scream and try to drive your attention to me,
you don’t seem to hear,
so I pull out a rage,
Being crazy in all my might
to get that attention, that affection, that love,
That seems so distant to me in my plight.
I call you names,
you are handcuffed,
I throw things at you,
you are handcuffed,
What is it made of? Steel or love?

It’s my love, my love.
Why cannot you get rid of it and see reality,
how much constrained I am right now.

Free me
I want to free myself from this cage,
Lest I would drag you alongwith me, in it, for life.
I am hating and loving those hand-cuffs simultaneously,
I want your complete surrender to my misery and plight,
Yet, stay bound with those hand-cuffs
So that they remind you of love,
that I never meant to give you

It’s just for your complete surrender

To my own horrific thoughts.

Real meeting.

Dreams

The only place where

Souls truly meet.

Luck?

Is it a once in a million chance,

That you love who loves you back?

(27 Dec, 2021)

Walled out.

Just in case you miss my anger

Just in case you want to capture my soul,

Try holding fire

Try catching air,

My existence has a protective shield

You insanely want to drill a hole.

Wandering soul..

Wanderlusting a different place

every single week,

I still have the audacity to say

I am not a freak,

I don’t know where I will truly find solace,

Since I know his arms are my truly peaceful place.

(Originally posted on 9th march, 2021)

Spoken Unspoken

Holding the words between lips,

She said everything with eyes.

Strength..

I loved myself through bits n pieces

Collected a tsunami of emotions in a tear-drop,

Shed it in a fraction of a second

And stood tall holding myself together, having within, a ray of hope.

(21st may, 21)

Digital Art: Waves

Artwork by Preet

I took it step by step,

I felt it wave by wave.

Concerns.

Not concerned with where I would end

Everyone ends to dust only,

More concerned with what I would leave

Not everyone leaves behind wisdom, love, and abundant legacy.

Calmth.

P.C.: Preet

If you ever have to read the calmth,

Run your eyes over every tip of a mountain.

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