I woke up to be in a box deprived of all the things that had set me free. And as it seems there wasn't any way from this box. The mind screamed "Let us end this once for all, for I'm tired of living this reality where whatever I do for self doesn't fulfill anything.All this things to escape from reality doesn't seem to help at all. For just cut off the supply to the head and we would be good as dead"
For what purpose would it solve with my absence I thought, things go the wrong way for others too with your worst of thought.
Find help if could, hug yourself. Write it down for others if you can't say it. Maybe someone would looks past the looks and get hold of your words.
Days will be dark and it will be cold. Nothing will go right but then the joys of little things lights up the largest of jungles within.
Don't be lost and don't be gone. For you may not need yourself,others will need you forever.
Go search yourself when time is dark for who found themselves in the fog, would you never let go off your heart.
Survival is struggle and pain is lot for to live, just remember there are people living in the worst and yet they live till the very end.
Embrace yourself for you are savior for your soul for no one knows you better like rest of them do. The conversation and words that you have with yourself that wouldn't slip your lips.
Maybe the box wasn't that small after all just the walls that I had bidden them so closely after all.
Reach out, ask for help and maybe someday you could save someone.
Maybe yourself again.
Rest in peace all who we have lost to depression. ~Mandav(@mandav_prakash)
| Meet Our Poets | "Sarir-e-Khamma isn't just a stepping stone for me. It is an expedition in itself.
At first it was rather difficult to choose an experience, a thought or an idea to write about. But through Muneem I realised that I could even write about a coin with equal amount of depth and passion.
That was the kind of freedom I cherish even now. The freedom to portray an object, a mystery, a smile, a loss, a horror, a moment, a disaster so beautifully. "
-Mahtaab aka Kanishka Nangare,