Friday, November 20, 2009



Neither quick fix glue

Nor a magic wand

Could erase the deep feeling

Of loneliness that grew

Like a giant mushroom

In the vista of his vision.

The vast seeps to envelope

And silence like a wrapper

Enfolds and engulfs,

Tighter and tighter

Pushed is he within

Into a tight cubbyhole

Deep insides the recesses

Of a troubled mind.

Ensconced to watch

The play of life

Unfolding before his eyes,

Powerless to cross

The hermetic membrane

That stretches taunt

Between him and them.

The longing swells

To an aching hurt

But the first step the mind

Commands not the foot,

Back into his wasteland

He beats a hasty retreat.

Wallowing in foggy sadness

Hand refusing to seek another

The longing now hardened

In every vein of his body

But his eyes still search

The horizon endless

For the miracle key

That would unlock his mind.

November 19, 2009

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Gyanban said...

Well written indeed.I think the somewhere the choice of words depicted a sense of resignation,was this by design or default?

Nalini Hebbar said...

most people understand depression to be something that one just snaps out of...but that's not true...its more chemical and has to be treated...yes, this is by design