When your mind is in
pain, you can’t think straight,
To avert the stress,
you divert ‘yourself’ from the ache,
Just to realize that
it was of no help as the crux still dwells in you.
Amidst the crowd- you
laugh, sing and dance,
On being alone-you
unmask the face,
As grief engulfs you from head to toe.
You love the attention
and the sympathy,
But silently crave for
your mind to be on track.
You fight desperately to
ward off the negativity.
But you feel
claustrophobic and helpless,
Your heart twinges
when you can’t see any familiar face,
And you gradually sink
deeper into the puddle.
It’s then that you
close your eyes and take a deep breath,
And you land in the
midst of a dark tunnel,
The route looks creepy
with numerous obstacles
But you get surprised
how deftly you overcome each barrier,
The path is arduous but
a faint light keeps guiding you all throughout,
In spite of the
circumstances you keep running straight.
Finally when you reach
the other end with unabated breath,
You search eagerly for
‘the’ one to alleviate your pain.
And you get amazed when you see ‘yourself’ on the other side
of the tunnel. 