Wednesday, 25 November 2015

Serious #10 Don't jump.

About 800,000 people commit suicide worldwide every year, of these 135,000 (17%) are residents of India, a nation with 17.5% of world population. This is a poem  written by me, regarding He, who commits suicide. I get it, sometimes one can't handle the pain, be it physical or mental, but committing suicide is letting the pain win. 

She yelled after Him,
He changed his mind after jumping.

Crashed down, saw red,
He was bleeding from his head.

Hearing muffled screams,
and startling footsteps,
He tried stretching his neck;
failing miserably, with no luck, 
He was an absolute wreak.

There were a pair of boots in front,
and attempt to pick Him up was made.
He could still feel the hot blood on his face,
trickling down, like a water base.

His eyes weakened suddenly, they started drooping,
His weight seemed as though it was increasing;
He couldn't hear anything,
the silence was deafening.

Now He was numb,
felt shattered on the inside.
Couldn't feel the sidewalk on which He lay
and finally,
His body started to give away.

Slowly encountered visions, 
reminded of Her, once more.
In the theatre He called His brain,
He just wanted to get rid of the pain.


- Ragini Zutshi Anand