Has it ever happened to you that you got so tired of yourself?
That all you wanted to do was not hide, but DIE.
Die for your ‘self’ as you got worn out by the constant cacophony,
That the mind carried within itself.
Moments when all you wanted to do was hide in that deep dark sea,
Where there are no shades of blue or green, just non colourable darkness,
And then just when you were about to enter the cocoon,
The commotion outside forced you to adopt and adapt to the social demands.
And in these moments, you feel like dying in that sorrow,
Fading like a mist, not to be seen,
Like you existed only for few seconds,
And then the absence followed your ‘lived’ presence.
Yes I felt like dying that way….
Few moments back,
But the sea got turbulent,
And it kicked me up to the shore,
And here again…..I’m back to feeing the commotion… quiet yet noisy …everlasting.