Rudimentary Expression by Richa Sharma
On world poetry day, tried to write something on the experience of living with depression
When did this happen?
The dying of the words
The merging with the herds
The death of a man
The need for sticking to a plan
When did this happen?
The chopping of the wings
The broken, unattended guitar strings
The running dry of oil pastels
The looming, threatening, aging, death and wedding bells
When did this happen?
This existing like a phantom
And the never ending humdrum
When did this happen?
When the clouds had gathered
And everything suggested a subtle threat
When breaths were smothered
And every next moment promised to break in a cold sweat
When it was all lost,
Never to be found again.
©Richa Sharma
Richa Sharma is a social worker who is passionate about working on mental health. She loves reading, writing and listening to music from Hindustani classical to Pink Floyd. Actively engaged in distancing herself from the consumerism of everyday life. Yoga, growing plants and mountains keep her going. She is currently volunteering with Bhor.
