I’d Learned to Blend-in with Narcissists (poem)

here’s a story so convoluted that took place in a place so populated with rats in a rat race densely concentrated here’s a story of the oppressed— the narcissists see, i’d wanted to comprehend narcissists but without experience, all i had was a hypothesis so i delved undercover(s) to experiment with it by pretending to … Continue reading I’d Learned to Blend-in with Narcissists (poem)

What’s It Like To Be Your Kid?

What’s it like to be your kid? To exist merely for academic bids Whose purpose is merely to grow up and work Earn status for the family and that’s his whole world? What’s it like to be your kid? To get A’s at school but still get hit? With your excuse being that she looks … Continue reading What’s It Like To Be Your Kid?

— r i c o c h e t — A Poem, For You

You sent him a message of choked up resentment Your perception of his flaws with no acknowledgement of yours An entire projection of manipulative assumptions Your subjective interpretation of traits to portray his existence as a mistake Though, without you in the way He has actually been able to change All this while you've been … Continue reading — r i c o c h e t — A Poem, For You

I Am As I Am

Need I remind you that I am as I am Not perfect, not great Neither bad, nor evil I am only as real As you are capable of knowing I am as I am A transformation in the making An experience of all that I have been through ...I am as you are... A reflection … Continue reading I Am As I Am

Layers — [collaborative poetry]

Layers is old, layers is new Layers is a wish or a dream come true Layer upon layer of sun rays reign Upon layers and layers of fields thirsting for rain Removing a layer, atmospheric bliss Adding a layer, attachments to the old, reminisce Attachments overlap as layers envelop such bliss Enamored as its embrace … Continue reading Layers — [collaborative poetry]

Impulse Was His Weakness (Collaboration)

It was his only chance He rushed towards the door Impulse was his weakness Thus he tripped onto the floor Knowing who was knocking He wanted to make an impression Little did he realise he was bound By a wheelchair and a confession He picked himself up to get the door To her surprise, this … Continue reading Impulse Was His Weakness (Collaboration)