Depression

Gaurav Ojha

When depression happens, it’s dirty
Vacuum cleaner won’t suck in the dirt off your mind
Nobody comes to take away your mental garbage
Depression is sickness unto you 
Thoughts burns the thinker from within 
Living on one nightmare to another
But let them see the white cream on your smiley face
Just to keep them guessing and confused 
It can’t be you, so depressed  

You can take pills to forget
Large bottle of alcohol to regret
Speak from a couch before a counselor for an hour  
But depression hits you deeper and harder
Than your shallow escapes 
Medications, therapies and breathing techniques 
Have been tried before 
Just like shadows lurking
Beneath the light
Gosh! These triggers 
Depression takes you to the edge of cliff
And makes you stand utterly helpless before the abyss  
Have you decided to take that leap? 

When you become a ghost walking through the crowded street 
What’s the point of it all? 
Depression makes you doubt
The person the standing in front of the mirror 

It’s not all black and white 
Put the aside the thinker
You been drowning in your thoughts
Conjuring conclusions to fast
See the gap of silence between your perceptions and the reality 
Life indeed waits for your beyond this situation
What you know about life is just estimation 
You are never they had thought about 

Indeed life lets you down 
Why live for the meaning too hard to find?
Why live for the world that refuses to understand? 
They don’t know the burden of this being
But what matters in depression is how long you can
Hold on
Like the pond that gathers its tranquility 
After the ripple 
As the stone pierces through its surface and settles down