Farhan Zeeshan
After an intense self-chat,
I weighed the words of my soul,
Equipped with melancholy,
Whispered self-slaughter is the goal.
I replied, won’t you feel alone
Without body, as u r buried in me
Where will you go, without wings
That I’m going to put in fire rings
With a soft voice, and very innocence
Soul said we will fly over rocks,
From all sufferings and noise,
So let suicide, let’s remove all blocks.
Last day, I walk into the mirror and see
What Drugs & tablets have made me
My desires are stronger than wood
My sight is getting blurred then it should.
From the hour, I put my step in
I can see my interior through the skin
I can feel destruction coming closer
My life is getting so much darker.
My death will be ruled on overdose
My grave would be without any rose
Over drugs, worthy are my organs
My all daily problems are due to drugs.
Farhan Zeeshan hails from Kashmir India. Zeeshan is a poet currently pursuing BSc Nursing at Govt College Of Nursing Srinagar.