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I am in one of those extra-ordinary moods today, which I seldom find myself in….or…often do I? May be the later. I just pull that invisible blanket over that ‘often’ to make it look like ‘seldom’. Actually, it seems like I do not like doing it much either! But sometimes the thought of making my pieces worth-reading and particularly, ‘Useful for audience’ in the words of Social media and Internet marketing strategists makes me write things that would be informative for you. Not today, because today, I chose to listen intently to what my heart sobbed out to me, not to people who earn their bucks out of advice. Today, I decide on writing a letter to ‘Nobody’, yet to ‘Everybody’. People who find a mirrory resemblance with this could view the magic of commonness, those who find me wicked could curse me in the solemn solitude of their hearts, those who do not feel nothing could as well store it as piece of literature that has a lot of ‘Similes’ and ‘Metaphors’ in it…. I leave the choice up to you!
I wanted to say this a long ago, a very long ago, but something in me just stopped myself; something that grew in me after I met you. I can describe exactly how that growth felt. It felt warm, it felt mellow…. It felt pink, it felt satin, it felt soft grass tickling under feet. Well, whatever it was, it stopped me from telling some things to myself. You know the reason? Just because the warm little thing thought my soul would be hurt if it came to know about those honest little confessions. Today, or let me be specific, since the time I have grown more mature than my warm self, I asked that warm being in me to shut up and let the cold come over me.
There were times when I din’t know a better belongingness than you. I belonged to you, you belonged to me. But belongingness definitely does not certify a complete freedom of irradical usage. So all those times when that feeling of belonging to you pricked me somewhere intimate in my being, I grew an inch out of it and started to see, how I had stopped belonging to myself……how I had let my self flow out to you…..how I had gone out of sight from my own eyes….and how I had created a warm mellow being in my void to show to show to myself….. I needed to be consoled that love has made me warm, made me soft, made me water of a rock. Who does not love a few moments of weakness? And yes, who does not love to lose one’s self in belonging to that very special person?
But then one day, I realized at some fortunately bitter moment of realization that I somehow do not fill up the picture of belongingness, I somehow do not complete you. But tell me, what else could I give? I had already given my entirity to you, devoted my soul at the feet of your heart. I didn’t have much more to send your way. Enlightenment is not always empowering. Sometimes it gives a shock that can leave us empty from inside, because we come to realize that what we knew and believed in till today, was nothing more than a lie.
Yes, I know clearly now, how much I had lied to you and to myself! I had created an entire being, something that I am not, to suit you pretty. Words that felt sweet to your ears, colors that felt good to your eyes, character that felt food to your sense of being, strength that made you feel I am a gem of a woman! Possibly not! I am imperfect, like every other human being! But does perfection not mean stagnancy? I don’t know why I created this image. Possibly because your perfection overwhelmed me? Perhaps because the power of equal comparative overpowered me? Or may be just because I wanted to look good! Whatever the reason, it was not good an excuse enough for plotting myself up! I am just like any other girl is! I want to look and smell good. I blush when someone says I am looking good, I have the birth right to change my mind and put up fusses, it is perfectly fine if people find me difficult to understand, I am difficult, yes I am; I love to hug my girl friends and tell them how much I love them, I love to be a bitch at times, I love to walk in style in front of my boyfriends, I love the smell of lip-gloss, I love to highlight my features, but yes, every girl is somewhat similar! It is no sin to be like that!
So what I invariably was in front of you, was just an honest effort to be the person you would love to fall in love with. I thank you immensely today for this moment of realization, happy or sad really is relative, so I would not make a heartless mention of it here. I feel an idiot at times now, for obvious reasons, for having kept expectations, that you, as a mortal being, could not handle……for having asked for genuine perfection when I myself was disguised in the cover of blissful purity….for having asked for a life that I somewhere in some corner of my heart, knew was not meant for me!
I thank you for letting me see the individual I am. I have devoted hours and years to this play of ‘I can be better for you, in a better manner than you can be better for me’. I am tired now. I won’t say I have wasted these years….nothing goes waste in the universe. I have burnt ruthlessly in the hot flames of false passion and arrogance and at the bosoms of those flames, I have seen my soul in its true state, scarred, blooded, ripped, begging for healing… It has hurt a real lot, it has been a journey through the hell, when I reached out for my weakened soul. But then, I have it in me now and I can attend to it with care, affection and love now. I can bathe it in the waters of truth and bliss, I can wipe it with towels of strength and modesty and I can dress it with clothing of my warm self!
You have helped me evolve my definitions of individualism, of love, of belongingness, of me and of we. And I promise you, these versions are better than the previous notions of emotions. They are more honest, they are more transparent, they are more precise and they are more enlightening. I have not grown out of love when we parted ways, I gave grown in it. I know how to love more and be myself more now. I know how much it hurts not be one’s true self! Pretensions do not last a lifetime.
I am prepared to give up now. I am prepared to let go with whatever tinges of dignity is left for me in your eyes and of you in mine. Certain things never change. I know you have certain limitations and you know I have some of them. It is perfectly human to move on with whatever back henges we have in life. A burden or a lingering bitterness is too heavy on my soul to carry. I treasure those moments, those thoughts, those dreams for a life-time. It was really just a dream, but all dreams are not meant to be true. I have grown up to understand that and I let go.
Love, care and an ocean of warmth,
Sitting on the concrete window platform,
Staring indistinctly at the distant tree,
My ears vaguely aware of the humming mill,
My senses lost in the spring air, fresh and free.
And what am I thinking?
Well, nothing…. To be plain.
I am just blank, just stale, just avidly inavid.
Overwhelmingly full, yet empty and insane.
It was not like this a year ago.
Oh! That moment is still fresh in me.
It was this same window brink…
It was the same mill and the same tree.
It was all the same, it still is.
But yet, every shred of every moment has changed.
Those green days witnessed my hands in yours.
Today’s autumn sees loneliness, a feel so estranged!
I remember having drowned myself in you,
Sitting under that lavish private green.
Having transgressed safely into the other world,
On losing my soul in your profound sheen.
What an ecstatic lightening it would be,
When you chose to touch me under my ribs,
I tell you, my love! I would bear it beyond my death,
Within my priced shame, without the slightest jibs.
The mellow in your eyes, the softness in their blink,
The warmth of your palms, the wetness of your kiss.
The cuddle in your chest, the strength of your arms,
The depth of your heart, what could be better a bliss?
I sit looking out in the space today,
Looking for that lost essence of love.
I swear I have searched for you in me.
I am left alone now, to sink in myself and stare above.
Well, no conventional post today, no experiences to be shared, no nothing. I feel tired of being grim and sad at times. And I feel tired of giving suggestions and advice too! Especially during this holiday season, I know exactly how much painful it is to be reminded and to remember things that you so desperately want to forget.
For those who are in new love, they would not like to read much about loving and being loved either! They are experiencing the stun first-hand! So I would keep this post short and sweet.
To all my readers, I extend my heartiest greetings and warm wishes. I wish the best and the softest for you. And I pray to the Lord that you may be blessed with the sweetest blessings. I hope for brightness and light for you and wish you never become a mind-reader, because though it might sound interesting, nothing is as head-smacking as becoming a psychology researcher is.
I wish love and kindness for the old, thrill and joy for the young, pink and rosy for the lovers, cradle and children for the wedded, partners for singles, respite for the worried, more joys for those who are content and the very best fr everybody.
A Merry Christmas to you folks and a stunning Year ahead! Cheers!
How many times have you seen that “You are supposed to do as I say” look on your spouse’s face? Or, “I have worse professional problems than you have” attitude when you return home? Or, “You just don’t understand anything!” Or a taunting “I think you enjoyed partying tonight darling, I was happy to see you happy, but you know something, I wished you would find out I was just not feeling well!” Or, “It was a good sex last night honey! You were a sex diva!” Lots of times? Then possibilities are, you are counting your years with a psychopath…….. 😦 You might think all this is natural, happens in every relationship! Even I used to think the same. But no pal! These are symptoms of abnormal relationships. And dignity is a factor that all abnormal relationships make a weapon to play with. If it is your dignity in question, and you are a bit touchy about it, your psychopathic partner is sure to play a dice game with it. Read the rest of this entry »
I was going through the analytic of my blog when I came across this search term. Some tormented soul must have tried digging out for that rope end so that her bondage from a narc is broken off. In the process, she landed up on my blog. Well, whoever it is mate, I guess you must have had a gala time of storms and ups-downs with your Narc. And I dedicate today’s post to you.
Breaking up with a Narcissist is an extremely difficult, emotionally taxing and soul killing process. Trying to bring changes in the nature of a Narcissist if futile. It is like banging your head against a wall until you bleed to death. Breaking up and leaving is often the last thing, any person attached with a Narc would do. During the course of relationship with a narcissist, the victim falls prey to Stockholm Syndrome. And codependents being easy targets to Narcissists, the cycles of resurrection and dooming never ends. the victim almost always goes back to the Narcissist partner, trying to be compassionate and understanding, hoping that things will change…… But they never do! Read the rest of this entry »
Well, that is something that needs expert experience. And when we get into any relationship, we typically do not possess that much of any experience whatsoever, leave apart having expertise at it. Let’s accept it, everybody is no psychopath detector! To topple that with a disgusting mistiness, ‘Love is terribly blind’ and no speck of light filters through its iris! So that means, when you are in a relationship, you simply do not notice the small and big red colored flags that your partner flutters in front of you. It is definitely more peaceful to stay in blissful ignorance.
Not with Narcs! So stay alert to the slightest signs. Here are a few ways you can make out that you are getting hitched up with a Narcissist. I am dividing the entire process in 3 stages, ‘The Adoration’, ‘The confusing Degradation’ and ‘The Final Discard’. Read them, determine which stage you are in and leave, no matter which stage you are in! These people cannot house strong long-term relations. Read the rest of this entry »
It is not at all long, since I discovered this word. Internet is really a powerful place, and more so, a blessing for people like me who get blinded in love. More honestly put, for people who prefer to turn the ‘I am too sleepy not to dream’ switch of our brains, on. Anyways, we could sing praise about the internet later on. Let’s get straight to the point! I broke up and it is not more than 3 weeks. I am highly in a traumatic state and I feel that is but natural for almost anyone, who has chosen to break free form a 3 years long relationship. Read the rest of this entry »