Unpoured

Depression is not sadness But it Is the first phase of madness. When the mind is in disturbia, It yearns crazily for darkness. In its obscure state, Light tends to become its torture.

  Sometimes, I wonder if the mind ever gets a break. If for a second, it pauses to take a breath of calmness. It moves from wonder to knowledge, from solitude to amusing memories, even to replay and alter. It even extends its reach to make the heart pound in fluttering excitement or agonizing eagerness! Oh this mind! Can you be still?! Sometimes, I wonder if the mind ever gets a break, what would happen in that split second? Would there still be colors in the darkness of lone memories? Would the wonder ever get to become insight? Yes, a replay but of what? Hmm.. ‘What’. Would the heart still pound? Imagine loosing a heart pound for a second.. definitely agonizing!! Oh this mind! Don’t be still