The bundled pain might
So very bitter and unhealthy
For your heart or for your body.
They might ache more than
The fresh burns you just had
You might apply a band-aid
But that proper medicine
Is an undiscovered priority.
Your closed bedroom,the locked heart
Is all rusted
Heaps of untold secrets…
Even The silent sobs
Your quilt cannot cover
Neither that door.
Afraid that the sound might
All you are left is with screams.
Screams that are louder than the roars
Still audible only to yours ears.
The nights are more cruel than the days
Your mom may bid you goodnight
But your sleep have boarded the flight
Leaving you with inevitable depression
A nocturnal animal you have become.
So no one except your dog can understand .
Handcuffed by these inescapable pains
Even your skin have grown pale and purple
Because they have stayed stagnant
Like erupted drops of blood , freshly clotted
Why don’t you let them flow?
Deep within they remain forever cloistered.
Why don’t you let them go?
When it has become that pernicious parasite,
Burning and eating you alive.
Do you simply want to turn into ashes?
like that piece of paper (I see there is something written on it);
or that wood (it provided shelter to many);
or that ragged cloth? that warmed those bare skin.
You might feel like
Befriending that rope
And welcome the untimely death.
But simply perishing away
With a marble tomb behind,
Is not an option to embrace.
Better embark on this mysterious journey
With the seed of purpose that is yet to grow.
Why be that treacherous villain? a murderer of thy self?
For whom every punishment is worthless.
Look back in time
See how much you have earned. I mean not money
But the glorious wealth of friends and families.
So ending this sweet-salty life is that option
Not even an abandoned on the streets would dare take
Life is so very valuable
Not even that famous Kohinoor can buy
So better dance your pain out
singing and accepting the rhythm of moments.
Remember how we all have danced
To that childhood rhyme
“Ring A Ring O’Roses
A Pocket Full of Posies
We All fall down”
But we all have stood up
Forgetting the falling pains
See the best ailment is to laugh.
So my dear friend
Never fall prey to suicide
Better unstich the rain of pains
That so long have bruised
Your submerged universe.
Unlocking that rusted chambers
Be like that swift river always flowing,
From the mountains ,hills
Valleys , deserts and plains
Until they become ocean silent.
Life offers us with million colours of pleasures and pain
And in its varied flavours ,
We have so much to gain.