The fight


Its easy somedays to hide what’s crawling inside me and

on some days it comes out,

shamelessly,

in the open, leaving me drowned..

gasping for my breath

pulling me under, with its weight.

I fight.. I fight with all my might..

And then,

When I am done wrestling it to the ground ,

leaving behind that bloody hound,

I rise , I rise from the blood bath ,

and tell the world its all fine.

And then.. I add a smile. 

🙂

The girl and her shadow

Sitting on the dark cold floor is the shadow of a girl who laughs loudly in broad day light.
She is never out of words but, her shadow has nothing to say..
She has her pockets filled with hope,
but her shadow is just tumbling down the slope.
And yet, they both go along so well
Just because she is a liar!

I just hope… ( A poem on depression)

Do I not give you space?

Sorry, I go back to those days,when I had it a little too much

and nobody..

not even my own self in touch.

I just hope that you are really fine,
and it’s not of those rhetorical lines.

Do I talk a lot ?
Sorry, I go back to that lonely walk,

when the words I uttered,

went completely unheard.

I just hope somebody’s listening to you,

patiently understanding what you went thru.

Are you tired of hearing my past

do you know how dark a shadow it casts,

on my soul?
The tears just roll.

I just hope when you remember your past once in a while ,

it always make you smile.

Yes I still
I go back to those days again
When everything seemed in vain.

Yes I know,

My emotions are a little overdone
But,
I bet I am not the only one.

I am not the only one..