Monday 28 September 2015

Suicidal Thoughts

A story I wrote changed to Poem-An attempt


When he took over my thoughts, I tried to escape. But he is not willing to leave me. I felt like I had enough with the world. Why is he pushing me so much? When I slit my wrist the new painting  on the wall created the beautiful art that I could enjoy before I go to sleep. 

 

You’ve had enough sleep , wake up, wake up. The sound near my ear irritated me. Is it the strange light that made me wake up?

 

Who are you? Where is my family? Why couldn’t I see you? Could you please switch off the light?

 

You are excited. Just calm down and try to think what you did to come here. A deep voice passed through the light. Like a movie when events passed through me with a shock, I regret what I did.

 

The voice continued. Now you know where you are and I can see you regret what you did. You were always my dearest child. I gave you precious life and you took it. Your life line is finished here but take a glance at the future if you continue to stay there. The dreams, the loved ones, my smiles I missed everything with my wrong decision.

 

The stories you heard about heaven and hell is where you came from. Look at the jinnis (genies?) in the bottles. They are the people who didn’t complete the life line. Now your world is inside the bottle.

 

I wished to go back to my lifeless body. But I become the genie. 



 Photo Courtesy- Google

His echoes came with the pain
Pushed him aside to concentrate
On his control a razor shined
The feeling was to compensate


The slit on the wrist pinned me red
The shades of the wall amused the creep
I gave life to the sculptures I made
Who wants to miss fun before sleep?

I was annoyed with the wakeup call
Anxious mind looked for reason
A deep voice brought the memories
I regret what I did in the season

I sent you to the world of wisdom
You chose his voice, its nearness
The beauty , the dreams, the loved ones
You were blind to see the goodness

You my dearest I send you to heaven
You never face the war, the Hell
In experience I never make you starve
Still you chose yourself to say farewell

The sad voice presents the pots surrounded
These are the pots for Suicidal soul
Sudden urge I tried to wake my lifeless body
But I become the genie in control 

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