When you are experiencing any of the below it is high time you call out, raise your hand, confide and get help.
When daylight peeps in on you
You wish the sun had slept all day.
When you see the crisp newspaper
You see it just as a piece of trash.
When someone does call you
You just hear through the rings.
When cloudy thoughts thunder
How you wish the ground to open
To envelope you from painful darts
that fly around and pierce you…
I was gazing at your portrait till sleep took me
slowly feathers sprouted as I soared like a raven
over the bright town you had once long dwelt
looking into each nook and corner and lane
to get a fleeting sight anywhere of, dear you.
I dived into close quarters hoping to hear you
your soft voice that still sounded as nectar
somewhere I hoped to see a glimpse of you till
I came crashing down from my bed to the floor
and smiling at me still, was your beautiful face…