A dark poem, by Vatsala, deals with the pertinent problems of depression and suicidal tendencies. A slice of light is the victory of reason, a hope that dispels the dark clouds, in this verse, in Different Truths.
In my 20’s, I have played
an impulsive game many times,
“Whether I slash my wrists
or jump off a cliff,
Who will care
where my soul treads?”
Thus spoke my heart
full of unfulfilled passion
lost in the rain
of hypnotic depression
“But isn’t life larger than that?
Why don’t I simply smile
and lie on the tropical beach
and shelter my thoughts
under God’s luminous hat?”
Thus whispered the logic
of a saviour
carrying in his palm
the star of reason
“Depression, Reason,
Die, survive”
Those words swirled, churned
in the insomniac’s fright
“Enough!”
said my spinning head
“Depression!
I kick you off”,
“Reason!
In your lap I’ll rest”
Up till my last breath
on a pink cloud,
I’ll travel,
choosing the blue
and discarding the grey;
Like a warrior, I’ll fight
for the gift called Life.
Picture design Anumita Roy
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