Visit to the psychiatrist


The “more Sensitive Ones”,
  The delicately balanced beings,
    Those living on the edge of life,
     “Feeling” more than “living” it seems.

Needing to be nurtured and cocooned,
  By the mentally well adjusted,
    Or by the full-blooded buffoons
      Who keep them,- in life- interested.
    

Do gently but surely tug,
   Into the deep dark depths
     Of their own despairing,
        Melancholy, Inverted selves.


Till both breathe as twin souls
   Mirroring each other.
    Both forever, left wondering
      Who has violated whom?




Indu *****
15.04.2007