Solitude

When I am alone,  I dig deep within. 

I dig up my scars,  the flowers, dew drops. I dig up the casket full of fondness. I find someone’s left over grief,  unfinished stories. 

I keep them,  wholesome. I dig up the sins. I try and change them. Make them beautiful. To blossom on a sunny day. 

When I am alone,  I dig deep. This is forever me. 

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Depression as we know it

Oh what a ride! ! Took me almost a year and still healing. What do you do when you face such monsters? ?or,  should I call it a friend? ? Just don’t wanna name somebody who is residing in me as monster if not a friend.  Let the name be ‘who are you’? Exactly . Who are you by the way? Why do you come for an unwelcoming visit time and again? ?I don’t need you.  Or,  do I really don’t need you??  Ummmm,  I can’t say that.  I become a better person fighting the fights that you throw at me. I become stronger.

Okay, now I know.  You come to check whether I can fight the darks, the bruises, the pains, right? ? Cool, then.  Now,  I am almost done with your episode this time.  Woah,  wait!   Not yet,  not yet.  Few more days and then I will be done. Depression, as you are known by all,  will get a good bye from me very soon.  Tata.

All is well. Please don’t make noise. All is in place. If not today, will be.

Everything will fall in place. Don’t make noise. Do the work. Follow the passion. Move ahead. Don’t be too serious about the problems. Life in itself is not.