A Ballad to Myself

" Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. "

-Edgar Allan Poe

It's an all encompassing feeling, this darkness. Sometimes it's heartbreaking , sometimes annoying, sometimes a deafening silence or an all silencing shout. But it's something all of us go through, in some phase of our life or the other. Something that none of us want to talk about. Because come on, talking about it makes us vulnerable, a coward , incapable of handling ourselves and what not. A shell that keeps hiding until it cracks open. A sky that keeps accumulating until it cries, raises a storm.

Somewhere down the line, running after "success", we forget what we are seeking. We forget that we are in fact letting go of all the happiness in pursuit of happiness!(?) We forget that a piece of mental peace is very very important and self love does not count for selfishness ( unless it's an obsession , of course).

The following poem is for all those souls who think they'll never find a way out of darkness , who underestimate the power of "live and let live", who think they are alone with no one to care for...Save thy tears.

A Ballad to Myself

A little love

Wrinkled smiles

From the corner of your eye

A falling tear

Calming the sting 

Somewhere deep down 

For muddled griefs

You’ve lost yourself somewhere in between.

Scars of self consciousness

And bags of sleeplessness

Reflecting someone you think is you

Fading to norms carved for her

Burning flesh 

covered with darkness of uncertainty

And filled with love

Misused.

Too thick or too thin

They won't be there

Patches ugly

and A slut shamed body

Only if mankind was as good as you.

Leave them alone,

Shun the hissing hypocrite

Fill yourself with laughter,

Preachy they call you?

Oh they'll never know your worth,

The human and the humane, endangered.

Fill yourself with light

Fill yourself with love,

Because today it's only 

You and me.