~DaRkNeSS!~

Its chokin me,
With its cold dark, hands.
Around my throat.
Its engulfing me,
in its huge ugly arms.
Driving me to the brink of insanity.
I feel all alone and miserable,
travelling in this silent darkness
without a proper destination
Darkness all around me,
silent darkness...
which forces me to do things,
I would'nt have done otherwise.

I've been walkin for as long as
I can remember.
My legs hurt and my throat is parched.
Even my sandals are worn out.
and I have lost all hope in life.
But I go on and on
with that bit of life left in me

Ah! In the distance I see,
a spot of dim light,
which gives me a ray of hope,
to travel on and on.
To finally reach that spot,
happy that now atleast,
I've found my final destination.
But then alas! the pessimist
in me arises n questions me.
Will I reach in time?
Or will I fall halfway thru?
I really don't have a clue.
But still I continue.
My only hope being that the spot
now looks brighter than before.

I'm now drained of all energy.
But I still haven't reached that spot.
I consider giving up,
and then quickly against it.
B'cz now I shouldnt give up,
with only a couple of yards to go!

Atlast, when I'm almost there,
barely fifteen steps more.
I'm very sure I cannot go any forward.
My heart breakin,
I fall down on my knees
in the darkness
and look up into the skies.
Wanting to ask fate
Before all trace of life leaves me,
"What was it I did,
so very wrong in life,
to become so unlucky
that I was unable to fullfill
even that final wish of my life?"

when reality strikes hard..:-)

I reeely dunno who the author was, of an article in a magazine I'd read sometime back in which he/she says that we should not possibly burden others with our problems and frustrations when we have a lot easier and simpler way out of it. Nope..its not suicide, the gist of it goes somethin like this!

"When your feeling uncontrollably frustrated or angry with a particular person or object, the best way out of it would be to go to your room, lock your door, take out a pen and bundles of paper and start writing. Nothing specific. Just keep writing and writing and writing whatever comes to your mind at that particular point of time. Just keep penning down your thoughts and your frustrations. You can use whatever words and phrases that you thought would be inappropriate to be used in front of that particular person who caused you such misery. You can keep writing till you feel your frustration is gradually wearing off and stop writing when you feel you are totally through..."


When I did read this article, I did think that it indeed was amazing way to ward off uneasiness. But only when I was in this stage of extreme frustration and did I manage to try out this so called 'technique' of his/hers did I find out how futile it was. What did happen in reality was that I kept on writing and writing and writing for hours together, but my frustration showed no signs of leaving me. Not only did I become tired after a while, my pen stopped working all together and I was left sitting in the middle of my locked room like a freaking LOSER and feeling ten times more frustrated then I actually was in the beginning!


Now, to conclude, if I ever come across the name of the author who wrote that particular article in the therapist's column of some God-damned magazine, I'll personally make sure that he/she is robbed of every cent he/she made out of writing that article.

Peace always
Moi!