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’ .