Hello!
The feeling being that of a lost and insecure soul,searching the purpose of my life.It was a difficult period indeed,and what scared me the most was that I had pulled my dear ones into it.The doctors in their medical term had named it "depression",and in my diagnosis column was written..'low self esteem and worthlessness'!
But now..looking back at those times I would'nt really define it in the medical terms.It was a period of serious thinking and reflecting on my thoughts.At the end of that journey I had discovered myself and I feel I know myself better now....
These moments are important in life...and probably they are more important than the happier phases of life.But it is only after coming out of that phase do we realize how much we have earned from it. At present I feel lucky that I was thrown into it and even more, I am proud of myself to have pulled myself out of it.
Well the world is afraid of losing and failure...but guess who isn't? The people who have been through it...the ones who have been thrown into it time and again!
They know what it feels like and have nothing to be scared of...
This poem was written during that time.It expresses hope that I had of coming out of that phase.I have described it as my 'dark friend' who carried me and left me with hope....
I also speak about my childhood self..she is looking at me with surprise! Where was that little happy soul being taken to... after all??
THE LOST GIRL
My face is moist,
as the wet rains do fall upon
And caress my cheek
so pale and dry.
The gentle wind does carry
the fragrance of the blossoms,
But the little bees pluck it away..
as they flew by..
Motionless I lie
and my hairs do sway
as the wind plays with my curls
and tosses them away.
But devoid of the blossoms love
was the wind..
And dry as the autumn's leaves were they!
A strange shoulder carries me
A mist of black was my strange friend
who carried me along.
And with me the dew drops on the rose buds wept,
As from the petals
they too were swept..
Not a breath of life did I breathe
But conscious and awake I lie.
I beg death come and kiss me
as my friend carries me by!
The little girl does feel the wind
And the bees do
gift her the fragrance they had plucked
She smiles as the rain blesses her rosy cheek
And jumps in the puddles
Of her childhood they do speak.
Little did she know
that her future lay,
Within the folds of black mist
And the arms of her friend
who carried her away...
The people will rejoice
At the sight of the spring
But colourless and breathless
She moved with her friend
On an endless journey were they!
My childhood will little pause
To see me being carried along
The little girl may scream and yell
If she saw the sight
and heard the story
her future had to tell...
Through the fog and mist
He carries me along
But a golden light do I see
The bees await me with a crown of the blossoms
And lovingly they crown me.
The little girl is
now delighted with joy
She clasps her heart
And the light entwines in me
Awake I lie as my friend is now gone
And has left me lone and strong.....
