being low is ok until you get to know
that you are depressed
with depressed mind
suffering from so called depression
starting from there everything hits so differently
even the tears which fall down asks more for it's successors
tips of curvy smile's feels like thorns
hitting through tiring all the whole day
feeling the feel of being fake
hating the hate of loving yourself
still couldn't stop any!

They say we are like flowers
Different colour
Filled with powers
And hidden dolour.

A human being
Can be weak
Not always Wellbeing.
And somtimes bleak.

From dust we come to dust shall we return
Ain't nowhere to  hide ,nowhere to run.

Decades spent in building a whole human.
Only to disintegrate into grains of sand a million.

The ******* Waters of the ocean confined
By the intertwined fibers of the tissue fine.

Now Running amock like a  colt in a meadow
With a  beastlike agile motion
Yet finding its way back to the ocean.

Alas! Its Time to pay back the loan shark
The energy you borrowed from the universe so dark.

Like a quintessential burglar with some nerve.
You pilfer an ounce of that magical verve
To stow it away into memories of the sapiens by whom you were loved.
And To your ideals shall they endeavor to  serve.