Depression blues

M Minakshi Devi
An eye that weeps, a tranquil mind, sodden and somber,
Life once lived isn't same anymore, as she assume.
An anxious being in a perplexed macrocosm.
Always 'a but' always a 'what if' ranting in her mind.

Speaking to ceilings and not to the animate beings
That neither speak nor stir,yet dwell in mute insistence.
Like a creeping money plant on the wall,a strange darkness creeps in.
They say,she is depressed,she is like a fading music.

Caught in a maze of woe,she falls like the darling bud of June, withered under the rain.
Her eyes are futile at first like burnt out flashlight,
Till darkness tends accommodating her heart.
No echo of light in alley of her life, just dead end, lit up like a silent scream.
She lay in her own shadow,looked upon no one.

The gay sun and a bee kept nosing out her window to reach her.
Yet bitterness and sleep wrestle in her eyes.
For her, What day ?What Night ?
Her existence remained much like a hidden bolt of lightning,
Behind the grey clouds of her life.