This is a poem written by my niece Vrishali, I took the privilege upon myself to post it.




I once threw myself into a dark , dark room

Caressing mourns and portraying doom,

But then, I really did know

that the dark ,dark room

would remind me of the wound and the long forgotten foe

and there nor can I see the sun and dare not the moon.


For the dark dark room conceals

within itself the darkest of nights

that does not reveal

you a ray of  light.


The longer you dwell , the deeper you’re mined

in the dark, dark room, for that is the spell that is cast

that the dark , dark room will forever remain

the darkest chamber of the lost.


Then you may ask,

For what did I lock myself in the dark ,dark room

But my dear friend , it’s tough to put on the mask

that smiles outside and cries within as a loon.


But then I may also ask you , Why my dear friend

Only yesterday did I see you , in the dark, dark room

holding on to a dear heart that you’ve got to mend.


The fact is my dear friend that we all walk in and out

Of the dark, dark room , for we as humans do tend

to hide our face or let down a tear or shout

and cry out of at most fear.


But all of us do fail to understand something

instead of locking ourselves , in the dark, dark room if we move on and sail

past , the river , past the stream past the mountain and hills with those gliding wings.


Feel the gush of wind and 

the warmth of light 

deep through the woods

letting your hands into the brooks

Oh how good! me would feel.


So the next time you feel like running into

nowhere but the dark, dark room

my dear friend think about those woods

where you could mend your heart and revive your soul.


For people who still didn’t understand 

I say , that the dark,dark room does exist

for away into the land of darkness and that of mist

only that some call it the ‘dark room ‘ and some call it ‘ Their Past’ .


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