Monday, May 7, 2012

Depression...



















I entered his room and called him up
To come outside, It’s raining here
But to him, nothing matters much
And rain was a fear

He was hiding himself
Alone in the room
With a decrepit heart
As just had gone through doom

He was touching and reading
Some letters again and again
The letters from past
Reflecting his love and pain

Around him, I had seen
Some empty bottles of beer
He tried them, with heavy heart
When missing someone near

On his left hand
He had some marks of cuts by knife
Which were revealing the truth
That he was tired of his life  

I came out, blank from there
Remembering, how funky he was
Who used to made everyone cheerful 
  With his chirpy talks and crass

It is what love had returned him
A Gift  of misery’s possession
Letting a lively sweet boy
Into death of depression. 



19 comments:

  1. this shall pass too..............
    help him to come out of it!!!!!

    cheer him up!!
    :-)

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  2. Sooo sad this has to happen. But it does, over and over again. Ruchi, you have done well in telling it. Thank you.

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  3. Sad and powerful. Excellent write.

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  4. When life stories gets a poetic flow....it creates a unique flow of thoughts.... touchy read

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  5. if it's a real story, ask your friend to be practical.

    liked your writing.

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  7. what a scary aftereffects of love.

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  8. Love has a power to change everything ...
    When it blooms everything seems beautiful but once it make mess you are going to shatter in gloom of pain !

    Loved it!
    Keep writing :)

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  9. Very beautiful poem....Depression captured very naturally in this poem.....Hope he comes out of it soon....:)
    Depression

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  10. Depression is as formidable as it is dangerous. Powerful poem.

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  11. Touching.. painting a formidable picture...

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  12. amazing..intense..wow.. and yes, depressing.. great poem..

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  13. Profound work but I think there is a typing error, you meant beer...

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  14. I love, love Beautiful lines of a very romantic and painful.

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  15. love is beautiful, but it can be a trap too.

    a touching piece of work.

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  16. so sad but beautifully expressed...

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  17. This is so sad.. It does hurt when we are left helpless in times like this..

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  18. He needs help - from friends, family and a psychiatrist with some sound counseling. He shouldn't be left in that state.

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  19. love... the sweetest poison

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