Depression
Depression
I have often heard people
Saying these words, "purane janm ke karmo ka phal hai" to every misery they cannot reason
Like the birth of a stillborn child
A tree with dying roots
A boy supposed to carry the weight of the family weighed down by the weak spine
Depression
Me
I hear them consoling my little cousin who cannot walk and talk but smiles too often
"Iske karam hi bure honge" (his karma is bad)
Not knowing that he wants to be a kabaddi coach when he grows up
You see people who don't dare to dream
Tell the others to be scared of opening eyes wide to let the shine of hope enter through the pupils which keep on dilating until the eyes and light seem similar
My depression is a punishment
To all the times I judged my class girls in short skirts, I reason to myself
Maybe god is that cruel
Watching every eye that judges
But where does he go
When sinners roam like Judas
Often stabbing people in their backs
My depression is a punishment to her
Says my mother
For loving me too much
Because pampered children are glass souls
And the world is a stone
Nobody breaks people like us
We hit the world and break into shards
My depression is a punishment to my father
For some unspoken good deeds, he did
He has saved children over his life, he says
But couldn't save his own child from falling into the clutches of a disease which entered through my skin into the entire home
Which keeps silent
Because depression follows sounds
We have been mum ever since
Titptoeing our ways through the life
As people watch us from afar and call us a mad family
Depression is karma getting back, they say
As I watch myself wither away one voice at a time
Maybe depression is a misery unreasoned
Maybe it is bad karma revolving like an impending tornado
Ready to suck everything which seems alive
Maybe when my mother teaches the students abcd
She really means another bad chance of depression
Her alphabets dance around taunting her for not being brave enough to face the sentences the twenty six letters weave out of depression
And come out through the mouth of a daughter
Who no longer believes in the prayers her mother coaxer her to do
You see depression talks in the language of ghosts
Creating pandemonium out of the visible emotions
Till they swirl and twirl
Like a girl's frock
And fall on bruised knees
Bleeding out tears of extended silences
And mourning distances
Some measuring to unknown conversations over dinner table
Like, "what was the last time you were happy"
"Stop it" shouts the internal voice of us all together
So we eat the bittergourd silently
Because that's what depression does to a house
It makes everyone eat bittergourd in silence
And isn't that horrible enough to know
That sometimes situation which demand a war cry
End up sending sos signals to somewhere
Anywhere in the deep void a family becomes
But nobody comes to save
So all we do
All a family does is
Hold each other hands
And drown
One hope at a time
Until what lies is a remnant of a building
That lies flooded with water
So next time you ask
What worse can depression do
Know this
It can drown families to death
Who knows how to swim through