Depression has become a clichéd illness affecting many beings in today’s fast paced world but we ought not take it lightly assuming it to be a very natural phenomenon. I call depression a ‘disease’ for it actually feels devastating going through this phase. Mental energy gets depleted to an extent that performing even basic chores lead to an extreme physical exhaustion. It is said that reaching out to others help but most of the time it is the perception of not being understood that hinders one from talking about it. Moreover especially when one is clueless about it and has drawn a restricting boundary around, it becomes all the more difficult to even express the symptoms. It can be either dissatisfaction with the way life has proceeded or the way life is passing and maybe even future concerns that can land one in depression. Though life seems to hold no meaning and the daily chaos becomes difficult to handle with time, hope needs to be alive for cure and treatment to work. Depression does heal but it takes time and a lot of efforts. There is also a dearth of good listeners for many are ready to hear but few accept and the most of the symptoms expressed by the sufferers are taken for granted as excuses. Mere advice to enhance focus and the motivational stuff doesn’t work. Depression actually requires contemplative treatment under the supervision of a loved one, counselor or psychiatrist as per the conditions. Life actually goes through a turbulence when attacked by this stagnating beast and if we want it not to reside within us for days, months and years; we need to share our feelings. And it is absolutely not selfish when you seek love without attachments and it is also okay at times if you ask help even if you cannot reciprocate! So desist not from talking about it….
In the given stanzas, I have tried describing how it feels passing through this dark phase.
When the emotions take rest And sentiments overflow indifferently, When mental weariness Accompany as a best friend; It is certainly an aimless walk Along the pathless track.
When brain gets infested by worms And rust occupies the grey matter, When fatigue plagues the body And limbs get paralyzed; It is not just a malaise But a vile raid by an invisible foreigner!
When life turns into an illusion And Mr. Hope seems a counterfeit, When the hollowness slowly creeps And continues digging a dark abysmal; It is not just mere emptiness But an anonymous fear that haunts!
When there are times that cannot be changed And some lost battles to be wept over, When expectations go unfulfilled And relations get broken, However unlike always There need not be a rationale, For this uninvited guest.
When the talking mind comes to a halt And heart sinks in a trauma, When the fog blurs vision And inner voice becomes inaudible, It is not just the dampening of inner quest, But a gradual loss of consciousness and identity.
When sleepless nights and wet pillows Become a daily ritual, When the dreadful nights seem better Than the bright mornings And sunshine hurts! It is not just another gloomy day, But a daily struggle for survival.
When one is bound to move in veil And put up the pretense of normality, When ambiguity is all that remains And clouds that question worthiness Continue to hover around head; It is not just a wish to quit deception But a desire for escape that grows!
When one looks in the mirror And sees eyes bleeding, When self-talk doesn’t help And giving up seems best, It is not that there aren’t listeners But only if someone can empathize!
When pain aggravates And Ascends like a climber When trap becomes inescapable And wings become ineffective It is not that there is no cure But only if hope persists!
Far away in a foreign land Amid settlements all so grand With planning imaging perfection, My eyes perceive only hard complexion!
Oh! I remember my land My town and my home Where peace resides With no sham foam! Those multiple narrow lanes Where streams flow during the rains Converge into the byway Where commuters move in an array.
Conquering miles and distances Traveling on varied carriages, I ramble across sceneries With well-shaped greeneries And domestication perfectly tamed; I wonder why they are famed?
Oh! I remember my land My town and my home Where Nature resides With no sham foam! Those uncivilized parks Where nature sparks, Plantations finding their own way Growing and blooming astray, Producing flowers and fruits Coloring the land in different suits!
Mountaineering the frozen heights To experience the greatness delights, I am attacked by aloofness Stark coldness wrapped in bleak darkness, The Uniqueness loses its joy While the victories turn a decoy.
Oh! I remember my land My town and my home Where warmth resides With no sham foam! Welcoming sunrise and mesmerizing sunsets With rays sieving through rosettes, Greet the visitors with a vivacious expression Igniting the course of amelioration!
Strange acquaintances Diplomatic faces Calls for benefit Majorly counterfeit
Oh! I remember my land My town and my home Where culture resides With no sham foam! Guests are treated akin Gods, With no visitor suffering any odds Welcomed with an open heart Even etiquettes seem an art.
Professionalism on the cover Tactfulness forms the inner, Smiles reflecting fake demeanor Wearing the attire of redeemer.
Oh! I remember my land My town and my home Where humanity resides With no sham foam! Words have meanings People have feelings Commitments mean the world When vows go unfurled.
Oh! I remember my land My town and my home Where humility resides With no sham foam! Unadorned establishments With Love embellishments, Meals on the same platter Sentiments never scatter!
Indifferent masses moving in a tizzy, Claiming to be very busy Slip emotions with time The Concern is core sublime!
Oh! I remember my land My town and my home Where hospitality resides With no sham foam! Mom fulfills all deficits Dad fetches all favorites Siblings wait at the door, Happiness at my shore!
Roasted, baked and sauteed Food cooked in hygiene masquerade, Best of equipment and cook Yet commotion in the brook!
Oh! I remember my land My town and my home Where purity resides With no sham foam! All dishes piously made Holding tastes that maladies fade, Everyone bids for benign gossips With crispy fried turnips.
This is how my land has been With blossoms freshly green Where love still grows And compassion still flows, Where humans value each other And empathize no less than a brother, Where relationships are still cherished And absence is still missed, Where mother holds the position Higher than any possession
Oh! Yes I remember my town I belong to the land of principles, Where integrity thrives in multiples Where simplicity is observed And honesty is practiced, Where bonds are altruistically planted And tied threads are never taken for granted!
It has been three long months at a B-School while I am still trying to adjust to its hectic ways and demands. Joining a curriculum straight after a weak graduation does not seem to be a wise move but I am glad like few others I have been able to make it and I am breathing fine. While I still panic at times to decipher the meanings of the occurrences around me, I make several observations, few of which need to be learned and many to be discarded as irrelevant happenings. Being one of the youngest people at my college, what I really feel blessed about is when many people confide in me. However some confessions really strike hard leaving me in wonder. Are we supposed to be going by the worldly ways that are common and seemingly right or abide by our morals that rarely make our conscience speak urging us to take the path that might not be clichéd?
Anyway my purpose is not to question morals regarding what is right or wrong for I feel it is all a personal choice and a matter of the upbringing but yes I wish to assert that what is common is not what is natural!
Being a part of one of the coolest gang in my college, many a times I am offered drinks and cigarettes, however since I am adamant on not trying these, I am more and often forced to go for it in the lieu of missing out something really great and worth trying! What has been strange was when two of the members of the same group approached me personally, individually regarding the issues they had been facing in regard to the addictions. I was really shocked by the fact that those were the same people regretting who were forcing me the most in the group to drink and smoke. Well, I didn’t know how to react while they confessed their regret for they were elder to me. But it was really despicable to know that they were indulging in something that they actually didn’t enjoy. Of course I could easily sense from their conversations that it was a way out to escape from the daily tensions but cannot there be another way to evade the stress levels?
Well, I had no advice for them because I actually didn’t know what would work but all I could explain to them was relatively in terms of how they were getting trapped and succumbing themselves to the slavery of these addictions. Hearing their individual rants, one thing became very clear that all of it starts with peer pressure and the worst part is that despite knowing the harmful impacts, they are unable to quit it.
Another trait of human being that comes forward is that the one who is trapped in this vicious cycle of vices, feels pleasure and relief to have others on the same way as well. Making the incorrect correct has become very common nowadays and so it is really a tough call for people with a gullible mind to follow their intuition. Maybe that is the reason of our dying conscience as the world is so fond of making common vices seem like a natural process and ironically it happens to an extent that the line between the right and the wrong vanishes slowly.
‘Doing what one believes in’ is still not a banal quote to say for most of us still act out of pressure which can be family, peer and societal that succumbs our mind and weakens our heart. Undoubtedly it depletes our aura and breaks our determination for we end up committing regretting actions which we later try to justify by falsely convincing ourselves ‘ it is okay , it happens! ’
Before this article turns out to be a boring moral lesson , I got to write this simple reminder that let us not be a victim of the unconscious moves but rather be thoughtful of the consequences before we again end up doing just another common thing!
Rambling through the untraveled vastness Sighing for the unique greatness, I reach my destination Fulfilling the manifestation And Oh I realize! I am still far away
Ambition that lead the sight With enormous power in the flight, I headed towards a goal Until I stumbled upon a pothole And Oh I realize! I am still far away
Celebrating the victories Ignoring the miseries, I try finding grace In the worldly menace And Oh I realize! I am still far away
Speculating upon my existence Hiding weight with drapes of pretense, I act in the most immaculate manner Demanding work out of my caliber And Oh I realize! I am still far away
Breathing hard with people around Crying incessantly when none surround, Meditating for tranqillity With mind pushing away stability And Oh I realize! I am still far away
Leaving my destination That I carved through passion , I am gonna sail across the ocean; Never to reach those edges, That have mortal ends But where peace resides, With no veiled devil spouse Where love is free, With no attached strings Where happiness resonates abundantly, With no defined limitations Where righteousness exists, With no need for justice Where fears have no say, With no deficiencies to reveal Where numbers exist for play, With no values to assign Where acceptance of verity is easy, With no grief hovering Where giving becomes unconditional, With no ulterior motives Where contentment lives, With no body to own.
I know And yes! I know I am still far away To realize that all has been in me! I am still far away To dive into the sea of divinity That perennially flows in my blood, I am still far away To extract the glowing pearls That can prove my worth, I am still far away To be near to solitude That can give me solace, I am still far away To perceive the colours Between black and white, I am still far away To know that stars are uncountable, I am still far away To know the purpose That makes the earth attractive for my stay, I am far far away To know who I am!
After a long time I could see the beauty around me that has probably always been there but I refused to notice and feel it. I realized why the Moon despite being spotted has been the subject of so many poems in english literature. Being the natural source of light at night, it is actually worth admiring! As there was a cool breeze blowing in my area last night, I saw the Trees dancing and the Flowers turning brighter while they bloomed with all their vigor. I am attaching a few pictures here that I clicked yesterday, standing by the gate of my house.
Also, I would request not to judge my photography skills for I am not really good at clicks and so suggestions are welcomed!😅
While the yellow moon played hide and seek with the trees, the flowers couldn’t help blooming and the night couldn’t get more scenic than this!
There is no night for this dual colour bougainvillea as it sways timelessly!
This was the closest I could get to the moon!
This is the little garden in my house where grass is still finding its way to grow.
*P.S :- The white light that is brightly visible in the photographs is the street light.
Blotching her with the ink of lust, He abandoned her like a schmatte! After quenching his thirst And endlessly devouring on her He chose to scrap her off Pushing her into the stony pit!
The milieu of memories, That gravely rusted her brain Served as a curse Aggravating her misery. But with hatred taking power, Born were the chances For redolent triggers to fade away. But what to do of the injury ? That bled incessantly. Imprinting scars on her body Reflecting permanent afflictions!
Were they just the ordinary scars To be ignored impetuously Or were they symbolic of a tragedy? Oh yes they had a sickness to convey. For injuries were not transient! As they mirrored a tormenting travail.
Pain augmented at such a pace, That before preventions could be applied, Cracks surfaced her heart, With grief penetrating through the ridges.
Denying the brutal well deserving separation, She rested in a delusion . Marked by the limiting boundaries Of unconscious ignorance, She found herself all alone, In a desert with no drops of survival.
How long could she blind herself, To escape from the reality ? As long as she refused to accept, Ambiguity was bound to surround!
No mission, No vision No shelter, No shoulder Oh lost she was! Not knowing what to do and where to go She headed without a direction Reminiscing her past.