Cheer up, he said.
Give yourself a shake, she said.

Take the pills, he said.
Talk to someone, she said.

Stop asking for attention, they said.
Stop putting your drama on Social media, they said.

Stop trying to tell people, they said.
Nobody cares, they said.

Everyone’s depressed, they said.
Everyone’s suffering, they said.

Hide your illness, I heard.
Hide your shame, I heard.
;

Can you please,
Just even once
Look at me

Seeing your back look sadder
Seeing your silhouette grow smaller
You left without looking back

So I ran fast
as fast as I could
To catch up to you
To run ahead of you
And here I am in front of you

But why cant you see me?
Why wont you even look at me?

Who told you that there was something like soul-mate floating around in the depths of the air?
Who told you that even air has depths?
Was it during introspection that it dawned upon you that all shallow things have depths?
But then, the air is not shallow;
It is not deep, nor shallow;
How has the shallow air depths?

If there are soul-mates floating in the air, it cannot be shallow;
If the air is a mere mixture of gases, it cannot harbour depth.
Now turn everything around:
The air is shallow because it has souls floating in it;
The air is deep because it is a mixture of gases-
It is all a tale of contrasting realities,
And I am asked that why is the shallow air deep, and where is the depth hidden?

Hidden?
If somethin is hidden, how can I measure the depth and the shallowness?
If it is visible, I cannot see it.
I cannot see it even when I see it.
After all, things visible are invisible,
And relatedness is a centrifugal force.

Autumn is the middle child, of Mother Moon and Father Sun
She is less cold and harsh than her sister Winter
Less feisty and forward than her sister Summer
She is less gentle and kind as her sister Spring
And while she is not physically the only middle child
She shares that title with her fraternal twin Spring
She is the middle of all her family,
Occasionally gentle like Mommy and Spring,
Sometimes feisty like Daddy and Summer,
She can even be harsh, on her bad days, like the eldest child, Winter
Do you see now, why Autumn is different?
Special?
In the middle?
She even goes by Fall, a nickname that Aunt Earth gave her
All those years ago
Before Auntie got sick
And Mommy got sad
Because Daddy made the flowers shun her
And Summer came home to visit later each year
And Winter stayed too long
Because her husband Frost hit her
And Spring came to tend the garden and left
And now Autumn is all but invisible

The feeling of feeling invisible;
Feels like dreams are impossible,
Because no one really sees you,
And it feels like about success,you have no clue,
And you feel you being praised isn't due,
It hurts,it feels hopeless
Until you realise that its not about who sees you,
Its about what you know is within you,
The power in your mind,the power of your thoughts.
And your will to rise above your own expectations,
Then you'll move from invisible to invincible.

I am the invisible man
Ellison wrote about
haunting Edgar Allan Poe’s
subdued dreams.
Who carries a gift I did not ask for
staring take it back
into the faces of people
who treat my skin like parchment
and write stories on it
without my consent.

I could never fathom
Why she chose to love you
In subtle shadows
Where she was but invisible

I could never fathom
Why she let herself
Drown in bed, thinking of you
But not tell you so

I could never fathom
Why she kept her words
Forever dreaming
She has said all to you

I could never fathom
Why she draws a line
When in truth, she, o she
Wants to cross and be with you

But mostly,

I could never fathom
Why you said you'll wait for her
But threw her heart
And gave yours to someone else

I could never fathom
Why you made her feel
Everything was real but
Forget it all after she left

I could never fathom
Why now she is a secret lover
Who can freely live and love another
But won't bother to do so anyway

I could never fathom
Why she chose to love you.
I could never fathom
Why I chose to love you