Depression Speaks

Never knew the reason behind darkness
Never presumed why Life is devoid of light
With every stormy passing day
My journey in Life was traumatized.

Little did I know
The mystery abaft the unknowns
Little did I speculate
In the world of pain
Where my invocation were for my Life to never happen again.

Scars and Agony continued creating history
With Life encompassing only around quietude of cosmic
I had none to listen
The only beacon of light was my discourse with SELF.

The congregation of crowd petrified me
The silence enchanted me
The universe uplifted me to channelize my spirit
However, endings always made me go lunatic.

My smile laughed at my individuality
Sadness held me tightly
Grief whispered me to travel to dead ends
And Life each second died hundreds.

All the doors remained shut
Presence of people made me go nuts
Perhaps I was in search of my soulful tie
Though the answers got delayed
But Life got completed when I found My Positive Self.

Nevertheless their still were few unfolded signs of disdain
Where their lied a small clause of refrain
Despite rising above from the phoenix
I feared gearing back into the same space again too.

The process engulfs new leaf to turn to witness brighter perspectives
Whereby seeking through the window of positives
That Life will tailor to beautiful conclusive’s
Where the universe will provide vitality
With the avant-garde confidence instilling faith
Painting out that Life happens at its best when one strongly stays.