Thursday 21 February 2013

Pain

I must say I am very busy with my 6th semester at the University taking a toll on many students with Record Submissions, extra curricular activities and what not. But I must say, writing certainly is the most sanest way of communicating with yourself. Nobody is going to whisper among themselves, " Gee, why is he talking to himself?"

So here I am, after a long gap, to fill in my readers with a poem I had written a year ago. Intense emotions of a kind swept me through and all I saw around me was darkness. I still recall that night, pen trembling at 1 15 am, sitting in another room letting my ink flow instead of tears.....


"Pain", I cry out
desperate and loud,
to escape 
the 5' 8" bodily torture,
enclosing forlorn thoughts, silent suffering
and predominantly
the humongous live being called pain
thriving upon my life
malnourishing and robbing it
of its color, joy and splendor.


"I'm in my own world."
Or so they say.
Little do they know that
I'm sharing that very world with Pain
who seeped through my limbs like
some unsavory invisibly matter.
"Ouch"- It bites nowadays
if not, hurts stronger.
Festive days and happy faces all around.
Is my life purpose over? 
Surely they wont leave me out, 
ditch me and forget me 
during and after that.
Surely not.


One turned neck, one question of concern,
one wave of sympathy.
Is hoping for this, all in vain?
Bordering on a fine line parting
self pity and selflessness,
I wonder,
Does no one want even help?
A fake smile, an air of pretended greatness
consciously ignoring the down slide of this birth. 
Enough of this melodrama!


Far away, near the gates of the netherworld,
I can spot the connoisseur of Death
and Death himself,
with comforting arms wide open.
Let me sink and fade away
into insignificance,
into the sleep which offers none a second chance,
into His permanent embrace
where I'll lie content eternally.

8 comments:

  1. Depression can do that.. It makes me wonder what was torturing you so, a year ago.. but I hope now, you can look back and say, "I did it, I got through that." I'm a little off my game now on account of my mom dying.. but I do so hope that one day, very soon I can say, I survived.. and I did so with reason.

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  2. Beautifully worded ... I love the way you brought out emotions in these lines !!!

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  3. wow...when death becomes the comforter....felt that....def some dark feelings in this one...well written though and it really brings out the emotions....i am in grad school myself and work...so i understand just a bit...smiles.

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  4. really like how you infused this piece with a bit of a mythological type of a feel, really liked that a lot. Very thought-filled reflections upon pain, first stanza is masterfully delivered. Thanks, enjoyed this.

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  5. Our body and soul goes through this in the worldly existence but deep down we all know it is the price we pay. A poem resonating the gist of life.

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  6. This too shall pass and life goes on, though the thought of death seems an option, for a while. Loved the flow of words...

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  7. I felt this... great stuff. I'm glad you're writing again and thanks for sharing.

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  8. One can really feel the emotions and thoughts through the poem quite well..

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