Dear Blue

Dear Blue,

You're one of the guests I never even invited.
Why did you come to seek refuge in my head?
I never caused you any harm, never even took your name, but still, you picked me.
You first inflicted wounds on my friends; I helped them. Is that why you're punishing me right now?
You're that blackness that wipes away every single spot of colour I see. But why do you do this?
Is it because I put up a brave face every time you come near me?
Is it because I try to push you away whenever you come hug me?
Is it because you never manage to possess my soul that this one time you could, you're ruining the way I function?
It's hard, you know?
Mainly because you're so clingy that I do not manage to talk to anyone for fear they'd feed you.
It's hard totally because you have eaten up every bit of strength I had and still demand more.
It's difficult because your influence is too appalling for anyone of my kind to combat.
I must applaud you though:
For how well you utilise situations that affect me on a psychological level-
(Sometimes, I even doubt you are the creator of those)
You came in like a casual breeze of air blowing against my cheeks
Only to become the wind that carried leeches along to suck out every ounce of hope I had within me-
But why would you do that?
I mean, you're only a psychological thing. You barely have a physical form.
Who has ever done you any wrong that you choose to avenge it on me and my friends like this?
It's anguishing.
It's not really nice of you to do this.
I don't even know of people who'll listen to me and make you listen.
I stand up for my friends, but will all of them stand up for me? I don't really know.
No matter how much you weaken my soul, you help me figure out who my truest comrades are.
You also make me stronger when you leave.
But a part of you always remains within-
Rooted, like the leeches you bring along.
I cried to my friends this morning- your impact was burdening me more than anything else.
Please, leave me alone.

I don't want you to burden me this way.

Alien Foray

Snuggling in the cold winter air I see
A black foggy shadow ahead
Not knowing what's burning me inside
But feeling the monstrosity beget-
And then this creepy sensation creeps in
Into the warm blanket covering my body
No matter how hard I try pushing it away
Keeps returning back to agony.
It never stopped there
And it never shall
For what followed every day
Was an ordeal that'd appall.
Every night when the clock struck ten
As the thunders rumbled ominously
And the lightning struck dim
Nothing knew what was happening,
Nothing knew a sin.
A foggy shadow appears in front of me
And I pretend to be brave
Though the brave girl faced all that she knew
This was something from which she withdrew.
The withdrawal never stopped there
And it never shall
For what would follow every day
Was an ordeal that'd appall.
The fear had no name
Which made it even worse
For if what is named is solvable
What is not is a curse.
And this shall continue for ages
Or even seconds, who knows
For what could follow every day
Could still be an ordeal, who knows.

The Boy In That Corner

It was a class of fifty-six-
Seventh-C, they called it-

And, obviously, friendships were biased:
All the nerds on one side, the sportspersons on another,
The dancers in the middle, and the musicians on a side.
Them, and some more, and a little boy in the corner.

His face was an abode of serenity-
His eyes speaking dreams, his hair swaying
Like grass moving in a breeze.
His nose twitching occasionally
And his mouth chanting in an unknown tongue.

No one spoke to him, so he rose from his seat
And walked aimlessly around the class,
Tried talking to some people he thought were friendly;
Only to be pushed away by his peers.

Despite all the beauty on his face
The abnormality in his heart begun to dominate-

Dejected, he walked towards the door;
Towards the unusual spectator that he saw.
“Well, Hello there!”
There was no answer.
“What’s your name?”
A blank stare.

“Sir, he’s autistic. And his poor parents do not know.”

Oh.

And then he walked away, aimlessly.