People in Love

I sit. 

I sit silently . 

I think. 

I'm thoughtless. 

I work. 

I get tired of working. 

I sleep. 

I hear the taunts .

I let go some tears. 

They dry up . 

I sit again. 

I'm sitting silently.

I think. 

Do I need anyone to soothe my pain ?

I think more of it.

I come to a conclusion . 

I dont know is my conclusion. 

I think I will keep quite for a while is my solution . 

One day I forget everything. 

I've an illness. I've forgotten everything. 

I've so much to spill . 

But I can recall nothing. 

One day , I'm hanging off the wall. 

Now I've died. 

Prayer . Period .

Silence

" Aman "
"Amannnn"
Anjali screamed after a much expected nightmare-ish feeling . She held him tight, hung over his shoulder and grabbed tightly to his t-shirt . Another attack .
Beeps. Hospital beeps. Hospital machine beeps .
Anjali , shiny brown hair ; dark bright eyes; baby soft fair skin and slender body . She resembled an angel while wrapped in white sheets and gown . Tubes and a huge masked face , almost covered.
Aman, a teary eyed husband ; in the proximity of her. Sobbing slightly . Praying.
Anjali came back to conscious.
"anju, oh gosh !
why anju , why did you do this?
you had so many pills , anju why ? "
She hugged Aman. Sobbed .
"i dont know aman , i just dont know. I'm so confused . I cant recall anything Amu "


40% of the schizophrenia patients attempt suicide at-least once .

Que Sera Sera

I sit .
I sit in the window . Still.
I sit with a candle lit ; wax melting down my arms .
I am still sitting with  quite stillness .
I am just lost .
I am not thinking .
But I am still thinking .
What am I thinking ?
I am thinking....
I think I am thinking of the rape committed on sunday 16th december ...
I think I am going to fight for it mentally and spirutually .
I think I am confused about my opinion over India .
But now I think, it's nice to see the whole of India come together to fight for the right of one person, to go on and on ..to a limit but then it still comes together .
I think I will join that protest march.
I hope, someday; this country will come together for me ; in the sorrow of my loss . Hopefully it will come together for who I will become and I will do for this very place to whom I think I wish to proudly salute yet question its diminished alluring self  in dire straits .
I think I am tired .
I think I want to give up .
I think I have died .
 

Plea : i have died

Ever seen a goblets with half filled wine ; half of the left over from dine. u might as well know how ill is a person suffering from cancer, a person whose spine has been clamped and clasped time and again to tell him he might just recover. U might as well know the feeling if u have ever held a baby right in ur arms and given it a kiss with piles of love; it's amicable . What if , ur girlfriend, wife , daughter or girl is dead one fine day ; covered in blood ; right in front of u ...in ur lap . U know what the feeling is ; it is = HOLLOW .
I'm that empty goblet.
I am that spotless pain; plain white and with loads of tiny black particles on it .
Spotless clamp over my trachea , I am over.
I've been soaked in pine and fire for so long now that i dont know if i can feel who i am or have i died ; i dont know if i can breathe or if i can't . I need my life support , he's missing. He's out my house arrest .
I have died .

The world is a Lie , I'm the truth

I sit and see the brilliant colours around me , the chit chatting ...females are considred as laxmis ( goddesses) in the indian hindu society , but as u move on with these laxmi's household - what they see as laxmi isn't the proud and trustworthy chaste female but a female for hoping the most immpossible stuff.
I don't know what am I missing , I dont know why am I so lost ...all I know is, some part of me has gone missing and left me in loads of tears.