The Pandemic

Always I have written for me  before anyone else but my words are for anyone and everyone who seeks comfort in them.

But today, it feels different.

Every inch of paper thats absorbing my pain , every ounce of ink .. every  word, I am using is adding to my guilt, for in times like  these , these words may and I hope they do find someone who need them more than me.

I dont know if all this makes sense to the reader, but for now I am keeping the pen down for I have added enough guilt.

Also, I hope everyone is safe out there.

Sending lots of love hope and light !

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..