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Are you okay? Yes I am.. But I wasn't , As I responded to that, Because what else to say, When you aren't, Are you feeling good? Yes I am.. When I wasn't, But how will it help, If I responded for real, Do you need water? Yes I want.. But just shut down, The surrounding chatter, With infinite laughter, I couldn't bear, The noise, Inside me growing larger, Than my voice that was, Shaking my exterior poise, My daughter, Came closer.. As she held my, trembling hand, As she whispered, Mom, it will get better.. My partner, Looked at me, And wanted me to know.. It's okay, Not to be okay, Getting drunk, And throwing up.. Is all part of growing up, Till the part, Where you start loving, Just water again.. My mom and dad, Comforted me,  That although sad as it looks, Things aren't that bad.. As explained by the books, Relationships and people, Are the ones that make you stable, While everything else, Can topple,   Well, there will be loads of trouble, But more than that t


I don’t make choices..
Choices happen to me.
While I sit there inadequately..
Waiting for the next thing to happen.
It often dampens me..
Leaves me shaken.
But the truth is I keep lying.
About how dying gets superfluous.
Emphasis on lives occur..
Mine seems to be way better.
While many out there just suffer..
Denying the fact that ending it is what they prefer.
Empty eyes portray blasphemy..
Nothing is rudimentary.
The train which no one’s willing to take..
Cowardice is a notion while bravery sticks to make.
But I want to go a long way..
Holding hands asking them to stay.
As the journey just got started..
And all those unwilling have already departed.


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