Depression

When a soul 

Comes to the mundane existence

He emerges tremendous hopes, aspirations and anticipations

He composes his efforts to begate

A sweet rhythem of life

Amidst all achievements

There is a an inner echo of missing

Which hurts the heart with the bitter attacks....

I have accumulated all goals of life

Everything is prospering ,

Embracing the colour of thrives,

Money, gold, diamond and popularity

Everything is rolling on the ground

Still that state of desperation exists

I can't smile, I can't breathe the free air

I have to witness sleeplessness nights

In my brimming eyes 

Who is that stranger?

Who is that killer?

Who is that culprit?

Despite my meticulous efforts

I have not been able to reveal it and 

The reason responsible for my screaming, sheirking, frustration, melancholy.......

I am bearing the unrecoverable wound

It always burns with anguish, agony

As it is inquisitive for love, affection

Amidst all it merely cries for something

After commencing a long quest

I explored and unveiled the face

That is depression..that is depression

But I will not quit my journey

My relentless efforts will be stepped up

To get triumph over that demon.