Melancholies rooted deep within my heart,
Days fading with no enthusiasms in mind,
Tranquillity lost within and without
And endeavours losing its meaning.
Heart yearning for happiness to conquer,
Yet blocked by the walls of misery;
Mind that striving hard to overcome pains
Stressed into it for the reason of nothing.
Dawn and nightfall ends up with thoughts
Painful and fearful, sometimes nightmarish
And could I lose myself in sleep is what
I think for the cost of nothing.
Could it happen, if a miracle to wipe
Away all melancholies within
And bring blissfulness ever staying
In my heart and in my mind.
Me, lost into the woods of black,
Haunted and hunted into depressions
Yet searching out the ultimate Me
In the attempts of self discovery.
- Indrajit Kamalanathan