Letting it out

Aren’t we all Waiting for something, someone? Something we all dream to have. Someone we all dream to know. Aren’t we always longing for Something? Something or the other. We are always looking for something, always.  

2011, I started writing poems. Something was happening to me, I couldn’t cope with it. Being an Introvert and a reserved girl, I thought writing was the only way I could express my feelings.

Day by day, situation by situation, good, bad, everything that was happening, got a place in my diary as words. 

“ Not everyone we meet stays in our lives forever. And that’s not even important. Important is keeping those people in heart, no matter it takes forever. People change, Time change, we move on with our lives but Memories, memories remain forever…

forever alive. We cry we regret, we miss, we wish but time, it’s gone. It ‘s never coming back and that’s the rule of life.”.  

Reluctantly writing something I don’t even think I believe. Questions burdening my mind. Why do people leave? Why don’t they come back? Do they get bored with you? Why did I meet him/her? Why do people change? Do memories really stay forever? Forever is how long? And so on.. staring at the blank wall. Should I stop writing? This is not my genre. I am not a writer. I am a Painter, An Artist. Is writing washing away the burden of my mind more than painting? Or is it just balancing? What is happening? Why is everything so confusing? Why am I so troubled? There is something, something hiding inside my mind. In the corner, a dark feeling, an emotion I can’t understand. You don’t belong here. I am a happy cheerful bubbly girl. But wait.. you.. you are making me numb.. you are making me question my own reality.. why are you doing this to me? What have I done to you? When did you enter my mind? And how did you? This darkness consuming me slowly. Day by day I don’t seem to be the person I was. The only way out.                                        "Writing".

         Depression isn’t something we write about much. It’s a taboo in our society. Someone with depression isn’t mad. He/she do not belong in a mental asylum. It’s not ok to say,  it’s nothing you are just tired, you’ll be fine. While some may figure out a way to express, Other’s may still be fighting and getting exhausted. It’s a battle between you and You. Something we are longing to overcome. Someone thinking if only they had someone who would help them overcome. Humans live their lives longing for something. When they get something, they long for another thing.

No ! no one can satisfy your longing neither can anyone take away the hidden dark feeling Depression. We sure can find a source to express. A source where we feel ourselves. I am gonna share with you one of my source, How I turned my darker, meaner, lost and lonely feelings into words and those words into poems and stories.

Keep reading and let me know what you think about my writings in the comment section below.. Thank you.