You got the message
of my depression through my verse;
Accepted it as an
intimation, trusting me to be a factual writer.
Leaving behind all
resentment, discontentment and appointments,
A lover in you, a
good person in you set out to grace me a presence.
My eyes flashed open
with the beaming in sunlight,
From the soundlessly
opened door of the intensive care unit.
A known aroma in the
air brought me to consciousness,
And my half-closed
eyes witnessed your smiling but worried face.
I felt god graced me
and sent an angel for my rescue;
As He is not keen to
give my soul a rest so early.
The leukocytes of
your soft, grave but affectionate words,
Reached my vein through my ears and
electrified my nervous system.
My worry, tension,
depression escaped through the same door you came in,
And the soul got a
renovation coming out of the nightmare.
I believe I was
placed wrongly here as nothing had happened to me,
The capsules, saline and the injections were all erroneous treatments for me.
I realize now that I
was never alone or deserted;
You too are in love and were always with me.
A few words wrongly
uttered, a misunderstanding,
Cannot block the ways
of two already entangled hearts.
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