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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


Please don’t follow..
As I am nothing but a hollow.
Not a soul can peep through..
Not a soul can leap in.
It’s a burrow..
Day by day getting narrow.
Dark and shallow..
Don’t you follow.
As the roots have dried..
With false pride.
Promises glide..
In the splash of high tide.
There’s an empty tomorrow..
Hiding sorrow.
Don’t you follow.
Echoing solitude..
From every altitude.
The dilemma unforgiving..
The gratitude unsoliciting.
A thorny pebble to swallow..
Don’t you follow.
What you seek is a meadow..
With a glass touch of mellow.
Rather than a shadow..
That will vanish abruptly.
Don’t you follow.


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