Miraculous tragedies is all she knows.

She stopped believing in miracles long ago,

Even if you will feel like one

She will pass by

Abruptly taking you as an illusion

In an attempt to escape

the possibility of her fears

mirrored by you.

Why not??

People destroy your life beyond repair

And then expect you to sympathize with their pity party.

Because why not?

Crocodile tears shown afterwards always have appeal.

Testing waters.

Testing my waters is going to be of no help,

When you don’t know how to swim.

HARD LESSON.

I have learnt one thing in life,

The real victim will always be dying for the truth to come out,

The culprits will always have a group to hide it behind.

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.