“Depression;but don’t need your suggestions”
They say,you are in a golden phase,
where there are all fantasies, no stress;
You've never been in a birds' cage,
by your parents you are easily raised.
They say,life isn't that easy,
as you think like the lemon squeezy;
Because you've been polished smoothly by elders;
And that is why you've never been so busy.
But,they don't know;
There was a time,
when I was also 19;
I've also gone through this phase,
How can they say I'm easily raised?
Yes,there was a time,
sitting at my home,
when I was all alone,
Even without my tabs,desktops or my phone;
I could never receive my calls,
just because I was locked within four walls.
There are many people in my society,
to whom I am still unknown;
And this is the reason why I usually moan;
Sometimes soon, the Sun turned to Moon,
but, I was still locked in a room;
Focusing on my Passion,
focusing on my Career;
Oh! but distractions were my barriers.
And yes,I could never receive my calls,
just kept looking the four walls,
how irritating and boring it was!
How irritating and how boring;
But even the roof seemed to abuse me as if I was ignoring;
As if I was ignoring my Passion, my Career;
But please note my dear;
I was focusing on my Career,
but what to do, distractions were my barriers..
Still,I often keep smiling,
leaving behind all my regrets;
Yes,my regrets….
With that fool little things,
why I was so much obsessed?
that I forgot,time never discontinues;
And I kept rubbing it under my shoes.
Yes;I do accept ,for my situations,
I am to be blamed,
but now,what about my Passion, my Career?
Like a camphor, which is flamed?
I know for this I am responsible,
but who are "they" to make me feel disabled?
And now,I can't make it again;
because age is restricted as they explain;
They say where were you when you able?
But again,who are "they" to make me feel disabled?
Don't forget I am still alive;
People meeting me still get that Positive Vibe..
But,I keep smiling all the time,
doesn't mean I'm perfectly fine.
Like the seeds,which are sunken;
Like the fruits,which are rotten;
Believe me;
Believe me you dear,
Somewhere deep inside I am badly broken……
