she has lots of friends and is the soul of every
party
she has a sharp wit
and is quick with her repartee
she radiates
confidence and has a brilliant smile
she’s really well
dressed and has an easy-going style
she’s smart and fit
and cool and is really well liked
but if you look well enough one
thing you’ll notice is that
when with people she always holds
her left hand behind her back
unless she’s wearing a
full-sleeved shirt which is rare
coz she can’t stand those things
and then of course
she claims that she doesn’t care
but if you ask her
about that mark on her forearm
that she sometimes calls her
dragonfly
for once she goes very quiet and
has no witty reply
don’t ask me she says and i won’t
have to lie
but if you get to know her
a little better and if she lets
you in
she’ll talk of what a dangerous
place the mind is
dark cavernous soul-numbing cold drenched
in tears
swarmed by vague arbitrary pains
and undefined fears
and like it or not we all have
our demons to face
some more quotidian than others
she says
and though i manage alright most
of the time
they get the better of me once in
a while
and then off comes the mask and
poof! goes the smile
you pass the man
everyday blowing happy bubbles
off the bubbles fly
as he sinks deeper into his troubles
you’ve seen the
demons in the lines on his face
and though his are about
livelihood and security
yours about love
and life are no more petty
and it is in
bubbles that you both seek solace
you see his hair shining backlit
in the morning sun and the glowing strand
of smoke from the shack and from
the cigarette in his hand
shining in the light silvery as it
rises twisting and turning
uncoiling like fate on an ominous
ephemeral scroll
that’s how life gets sucked out
of your soul
you think blue is sad and grey
melancholy?
i’ve seen abject dejection clad
in bright yellow and the most depressing
orange afternoons when the soul
is chilled by a terrible weariness
and i can’t stand to see a face
can’t stand talking to people
conversations make no sense and
the will is rendered feeble
their faces expressionless like
passengers slumped against windows
like empty wine bottles cluttered
in the corner or dying plants in plastic jars
i’ve seen use and throw lives
spent frequenting shady bars
lit by a dim red light dark
shadows playing under everyone’s eyes
in dirty cramped cubicles with
swinging doors and dusty table tops and greasy floors
half-remembered stumbling in and
out of their seedy loos
it’s reality more than me that’s
fragmented
so whose version are you going to
believe?
your mind that’s conniving with
the world to deceive you
or your senses that only
ensure that you perceive
enough to go on with your
shuttered existence
it was all ok until
it turned into a disaster
the doc said i
should’ve been diagnosed faster
and it was decided
that the world may be madder but i needed help
and just like that
one fine day i was too dangerous
to be left alone
with myself
and for the sake of others’ peace
of mind
i was put on a healthy doze of
fluoxetine and sertraline
i was formally introduced to zoloft
and prozac and paxil
that keep you on your feet the
magic pills
that empty the soul when it’s
filled
with that terrible weariness
but what if i say that i’ve had
enough
and what if i just disappear
right off the face of the earth
or just right off your social
network for what it’s worth
how long if at all will i be
missed for there is no dearth
of self-proclaimed artists and
poets and such-like freaks
and i was just another one and
would you be
terribly disappointed
inconsolably let down
if i chose to not wear the thorny
crown
and decided instead to go my own
way
and die an unknown death amongst
a handful of people who barely
know my name
but will burn me when i’m dead
and relegate the ashes to the wind
and then the trapped dragonfly
will finally take wing
know that joy is but fleeting it
is sorrow that is deep
and the most important lessons in
life i learnt dealing with grief
so it’ll only make you stronger
though initially you may be torn
but kindly say no more than a
line or two
when talking of me when i’m gone