An unsung melancholia...

That ghetto of thoughts

Stinks with the unwashed-

emotional lesions,

Spread around the darkness-

Deep in that dying heart.

The walls of veins-

all scratched and tattered.

An urge. 

For the freedom from self.

Coyly smiling at the pain-

That assaulted the tears.

Who is butchering the light?

A hope that once existed!

When all beings rise up 

With that rising sun.

A fear hides behind that corner.

In that isolated-

Ghetto of thoughts.

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Pictures credit:

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Author's Note

I wrote this poem keeping in my mind the minds of thousands who suffer from depression. Hence, dedicated to them, who are combating the battles within themselves!

Reviews

[khalid]

i think you are representing all humanity in this way..because..who wouldnt have imprisoned thoughts? good idea..nice writing

[Leslie Philibert]

Like the poem, great art work too...Is it from you ?

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the artwork and thoughts in the poetry.
"A fear hides behind that corner.
In that isolated-
Ghetto of thoughts."
Hidden, powerful and deep thoughts in the poetry. We never know what someone is thinking. I liked the above lines. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote