The Actual Thing (Truth)

Sati The Mystique (Live, Laugh, Learn)😇❤💙💚

“If she is being your Sati, As a responsible human it’s crucial to become a Mahadev yourself, become her protector before becoming her lover. Provide her protection and keep her away from the ill evils of society and the world. Concealing yourself behind a pillar of strength and power, unveiling whenever necessary and required.”
#Bond

#Wise

#Philosophy 

#Honesty

#Healing


(Patient Flipped On Sati The Mystique)

Stanly S. Toppo 

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Quiet

Mahadev 🙏 (S)

Quiet.
Written By P.S.
Theme – Depression.

Anxiety.

Addiction.

Self Harm.

Eating Disorders. 

Mental Health.

(Trigger Warning)

1 – Riot.

Tired.

Anxiety liar.

Insomnia fire.

Blade desire.

Urges higher.

Urges hired.

Blood drier.

Abnoxious surveilled diets.

Everything remains quiet.

Just tired

Just quiet.

2 – Cinematic gleam.

Collapsed heaps.

Bleeding gently.

Bleeding everyday, every week.

Dirty deeds.

Dripping on feet.

Guilt regimes.

Painful screams.

Extraordinary scene.

Of suppressing, relief lean.

Depression clean.

Everything’s red but, the world is again green.

Quietly bring a team.

Bring your needs.

And fall down on your knees.

Bangs on self esteem.

Madness speaks.

Damn! How weak?

How are you so weak??

3 – Riot.

Tired.

Anxiety liar.

Insomnia fire.

Blade desire.

Urges higher.

Urges hired.

Blood drier.

Abnoxious surveilled diets.

Everything remains quiet.

Just tired.

Just quiet.
4 – Trigger table.

Damaged cable.

Vicious enable.

No! Good night, later.

“Haha”, laughs of evil favor.

Nasty galaxy crater.

Supreme fader.

Hate irritator.

Impulse surrender.

Action mender.

Pleasure seductor. 

Guilt rupture.

Possessive structures.
5 – Black and white.
Just fight.

This height.

Misfunctional device.

Vehicle seat belt tight.

On a driving night.

Switch on your headlights.

This is gonna be a nasty ride.

And you might,

You might not even cry.

After its done absolutely right.

Flying like a kite.

Black and white.

Don’t worry! Chew and bite.
6 – Riot.

Tired.

Anxiety liar.

Insomnia fire.

Blade desire.

Urges higher.

Urges hired.

Blood drier.

Abnoxious surveilled diets.

Everything remains quiet.

Just tired.

Just quiet.

​My Psychedelic Third Eye.

III

1 – Every time. 
All the time.

Psychedelically refined.

Psychedelically binds.

Saving me from my demise.

Making me realise, she knows how to love right.

100% truth and no lies.

Lust can’t pollute these skies.

My love I rely.

On your laps where I can cry.

Where she rectifies.

Sterilize. 

The evil that underlies.

The evil which is oversized.

Not an object, not a device.

She’s different and she’s wise.

I promise to improvise.

My love you make me feel alive.

A reject, which you never deny.

Can’t you be mine?

My Psychedelic Third Eye.
2 – In my battle symphonies.

You are the key.

Rudimentary,

She’s my drug, she’s my belief, she’s my need.

Sacred purity.

My love and my strength but positively,

You turn my knees,

Psychedelically weak.

Your extravagant art is contemporary.

Your exclusive art is my destiny.

Your dark art is my shield.

What I always obsess and dream.

Found myself when I fell on your leaf.

Amplified bass Psychedelically. 

Soft delicacy.

Settling my darkness with peace.

Negotiating treaties.

Of an innocent humanity.

I see something extraordinary,

If you believe.

I’m black and white but you’re my  colourful creed.

My Sati The Mystique.

My Goddess, My Navy Seal, My breathing submarine.

You are perfect and I’m the one who’s a freak.

I’ve fallen for your soul’s immortality.

It’s your soul, I feel and not just your body, I see.

What I think is I don’t even deserve you personally.

Because I’m such a negative, dark, contaminated, toxic entity.

Who isn’t worth for anybody.

Especially,

For you I’m damaged and too messy.

Who is essentially. 

A lost tragedy.

Who is a screw up in bio chemistry.

Ridiculed mentally.

Only you can save me Sati, my goddess, my almighty. 
3 – Your strong, unbreakable Vibes.

Is the one presence I can’t overlook nor deny.

Your pain is what I prioritise. 

What I personally want to fight.

Your flowing blood is my lifeline.

How can I lie?

That you’re starting to dominate every single corner of my mind.

A zone which can’t be verified.

Which can’t be described.

Let me reach you, let me help you when you’re not feeling fine.

Psychedelically Refined.

Psychedelically Binds.

My prime.

My rhyme.

Every time.

All the time.

Saving me from my demise.

Can’t stay lonely any longer, my sweetest beautiful butterfly. 

If you’ll leave me aside.

I promise to isolate myself, destroy and die.

Can’t you be mine?

My Psychedelic Third Eye.

Psychedelia! Boom

Written By P.S for Sati_TheMystique.

Delightfully Kill

The Psychedelic Experience (Sati_TheMystique) SOUL CONNECTION

1 – Delightfully kill.
Brain drilled.

Mind thrilled.

Body chills.

Murder within.

Evil springs.

Positive.

Reflective.

Imaginated.

Resurrected. 

Love injected.

Hate rejected.
2 – Ate in your dimension.

Stayed in your caring sessions.

Humble transformations.

Logical informations.

Can’t I stay?

Can’t I crave.

To grab your hand, my pure authenticate.

My pure flower vase.

Your gentle touch is my strong coffee  and my psychedelic bass.

And your gaze.

It gnaws my base.

Like floating in another dimensional aerospace. 

Knees weak but my anxiety fades.

You are my medical aid.

Sati, you are my own 1000 details.

I’ve fallen for an entire soul galaxy and not just only a beautiful body or a face.

Which the world usually quotes and  says.

No matter what, you are my becoming my life, you could never be replaced.

Rest my head on your lap and heal me with your tight embrace.

Can’t I stay?

Can’t I crave?

Or is it too late?

Who is a self hated mental case?
3 – Delightfully kill.

Brain drilled.

Mind thrilled.

Body chills.
4 – A chaos within the skin.

A gentle flow of the wind.

An obsessive brain binge.

Mental syringe.

Affections infringe.

But can’t convince. 

Physically vibrate with continuous sudden flinch.

So, my heart, it’s yours, and you’re only imprinted.

You’re my centre and not just my brim.
5 – Delightfully kill.

Brain drilled.

Mind thrilled.

Body chills. 

From the hills.

Hold my hand, hold my bleeding wrists.

And delightfully kill. 

The evil which resides within.

Left (Patient Stan) Right (Sati_TheMistique)

Written by P.S for SATI_TheMystique.

Red Coloured Paint (I.A.P.G. Impulse, Action, Pleasure, Guilt)

Impulse (Noun)

A strong and unreflective urge or desire to act.

Action (Noun)

The fact or process of doing something; typically to achieve an Aim.

Pleasure (Noun)

A feeling of happy satisfaction or  enjoyment.

Guilt (Noun)

The fact of having committed something wrong or have implied failure, offence or crime.

Credits: SATI_TheMystique.

Red Coloured Paint (I.A.P.G)
1 – Where will you go?

How will you cope?

When there’s just a fan and a sight of a rope.

And it turns to only one of your remaining last hope.

You start writing suicide notes.

In guilt, when the pain is more.

Earlier than before.
2 – What will you ask for?

Fucking end it all.

With a final call.

A call to make you shock.

A shock to make you knock.

A knock to make you empty like a rock.

An empty rock to make you small.

So small to make you end the pain cause.

A pain cause to build your walls.

With those walls, your mind mauls.

Bloody body is hauled.

Depression knot.

Anxiety clot.

Self harm mock.

Insomniac brawl.
3 – How will you stop?

How will you solve?

How ill, will you fall?

Ravaging dissolve.

Impulse – A Loop, a ball.

A vicious weavement of thoughts.

An Agent Of Chaos.

Action – An arousing pod.

Pleasure – A seductive boss.

Guilt – The splash of the sauce.

Drip – drip.

A releived grin.

Across my chin.

Just lose it.

And stains fill.

Blood on my nail prints.

This man who’s accusative.

Shine of the sedative, palliative.

Mind repetitive.

Screaming,”rule of 10 hits.

You fat bitch!!!

Why did you ingested?”.
Old nightmares haunts with a butcher’s knife.

A rope appearing nearer and nearer with that dreadful smile.

I might kill myself tonight.

Because nothings alright.

So I’ll become the sacrifice.

Modified,

To vice.
4 – It’s no more a game.

When scars begin to fade.

The urges make you vulnerable in shame.

Night time makes,

To lose my shades.

A tool innate.

A tool intricate.

Chugging down liquor generates. 

Unlimited wage.

Of severe self hate.

Precision of my mistakes.

Played, replayed.

Mind Slaved.

Human brain.

Impulse – You can’t wait.

Action – Objection is sustained.

Pleasure – Draining the pain.

Guilt – And the devil rapes.

Time to time, again and again.

Until he mutilates. 

Until I suffocate.

In a RED COLOURED PAINT.
5 – In depth.

My blade lies beside my bed.

A bleeding fest.

Cheek bones bruised red.

From rapid punching of myself.

Only exhaustion left.

Something begins to fade my present.

From the torment.

As many, and when I make more dents.

On my ugly flesh.

Borderline refreshed.

Necessary evil exponent.

Impulse – Self Harm Savage.

Mental Mallet.

Action – Depression Valid.

Tool – kit, Solid.

Pleasure – Annihilation Jotted.

Areas Spotted.

Guilt – Emotions Distraughted.

Visions Distorted.

RED PAINT KNOWLEDGE.

Written By P.S

In Your Shawl

You keep Loving, Touching & Teaching a lot to me Ms. Kajal Sharma.

1 – I got.
The value, when I came across,

Whatever you did, whatever is yours.

And you understood a Patient’s negative thoughts,

Like an elder sister, like for a good cause.

And held me when I felt lost.

Embrace, you are my sweetest corn.
2 – Brain stormed. 

But you will pick me up when I fall.

Like a sick infant, like his own anxious Mom.

And will wrap me up in your shawl.

When everything seems gone.

My Trap Bass. My lyrical Hip Hop. I will praise you, full – on.
3 – You are so very confident.

Totally represent,

Empathy scent.

And your qualities are some of the most inspiring content.

You’ve personally helped.

I’ve personally felt.

And seeing you, my heart just melts.

Because you keep teaching me by living your life’s quest.

Treasured memories, treasured measurements.

Honoured to have such a pure friend.
4 – So,

Kajal Sharma. 

The lava, the magma.

Your persona.

Is made from a, 

Diverse chroma.

Like in music, there’s Madonna.

Like in sentences for continuation, we use commas.

The flora and the fauna.

You’re so delightful Ms. Kajal Sharma. 
5 – Brain stormed. 

But you will pick me up when I fall.

Like a sick infant, like his own anxious Mom.

And will wrap me up in your shawl.

When everything seems gone.

My Trap Bass. My lyrical Hip Hop, I will praise you, full – on.
When everything seems gone.

Wrap me up gently, in your shawl.

When I slip and fall.
6 – Comfort, in your shawl.

Warmth, in your shawl.

Strength, in your shawl.

Love, in your shawl.

Acceptance, in your shawl.

Healing and recovering, in your shawl.
So when everything seems gone wrong.

And these urges who will try hard, to make me fall.

Hold my bleeding cause and make me open up, make me talk.

Gently wrap me up, in your shawl.

Like a sick infant, like his own anxious Mom.

All secured…

In your shawl.
Written By P.S for Kajal Sharma. For her Birthday.

 

The Black Fever

And she keeps aiming for the highest (Honoured) Ms. Sanjoly Agrawal

1 – Proud.
To announce.

That I’ve found.

A friend who clears my doubts.

And helps whenever I can’t come out,

From a destructive patter loud.
2 – And she makes me realise,

That I can indeed feel & cry,

Whenever I’m empty inside.

And she pushes me so I can fly.

And not to isolate myself or hide.

A motivation, that’s hard to find.

She has opened my eyes.

Through her Love I will fight,

These voices, which sometimes,

Turns me blind.
3 – She is my black fever.

She is my soul teacher.

She is my deep reacher.

She is my property healer.

The most beautifully gorgeous creature.

She is the queen cleaner,

Of a damaged heat seeker.

Calming weaver.

The Black Fever.
4 – A force to be reckoned with.

A power which is real and not just a myth.

You are imperative.

You are strategic.

Blessed with a lot of gifts.

And you are the most basic,

Definition of intrinsic,

Fulfilment of happy wishes.

A prospective of positives.
3 – She is my black fever.

She is my soul teacher.

She is my deep reacher.

She is my property healer.

The most beautifully gorgeous creature.

She is the queen cleaner,

Of a damaged heat seeker.

Calming weaver.

The Black Fever.
Written By (P.S) for Sanjoly Agrawal.