ANTI Depressants

Don’t go on about the pills
White and yellow and pink
If you tell me, I will swallow it too
But can you promise
I will not have that nightmare
As if I am about to sink?

I don’t want your Fluoxytine
Or an alprazolam,
I can also do without the comfort
of having it with my health drink
Glad it’s now available
Also in the liquid form
But I don’t want it anyway
Doesn’t matter,
for what you offer a milligram!

Please spare me your idea of a good lifestyle
And stop harping on ‘anxiety’ and ‘stress’
I already know your niche -
Your ability to underline problems in red.

Don’t go on about your Fluoxytine
And I will calmly stand in
As you look at my ‘modern disease’
With traditional horror!
I will bear your axe on my ‘modern lifestyle’
And take away your long prescription of ‘modern medicines’.

Please spare me the theories and experiments
I want only peace and truthful lies
I can’t take the burden of facts and figures.
I just want to hear - it’ll all be fine!
Insomniac scientists found the great sedative
All I care for are dreamy lullabies.

You don’t tell me about the merits of counselling
And I will save you the embarrassment of seeing me cry
I will not tell you how badly I want to hold on
You don’t tell me about wonder drugs
And I will forget to tell you,
How just a tight hug can make me smile!
I will not whisper how much I want to talk
I have so much to share…
Yet, I have not much to tell,
I know not any reason to blame.

These 200 interviews staring blank
Makes us lay our work plans
Running in shifts of days and nights
Things are born in black and white
Are these words or sand dunes?
Remind me,
Why we salute the pen for it’s might?

Is it a sin to be tired so soon?
To want to rest for a while?
I really only need pillow for now
And the lights out
- just for a while!

In Jaisalmer

Don’t look at me with such disdain!
I know you are right.
There is beauty in every corner.
Yet, I feel a pain -
An ache that can’t tell my plight!

Smitten by the promise
I came afar.
I didn’t question;
I didn’t pry;
I didn’t even want to know the lefts and rights.
Here I am,
Looking up,
As there stands in grandeur -
The work of art, of Jaisalmer.

It’s a fortress,
Not a palace for the queens!
But I was happy with it pillars
Only, it’s not golden!
You didn’t add to the indifference I felt,
It only added to my indifferent self.

Don’t look at me with such disdain.
You can share my agony too,
Give me the comfort
Of being not the only one!
In humble exploration
I did often yield…
Teased with your words,
Looking away from the scrabble score-sheet.
I called you subtle, I called you aloud
But in my golden fields, you had your doubt.

May be you came into my life
Only to tell,
The road to Jaisalmer is beautiful.
Yes! You took me through the Melas
The gorgeous day went in dance and songs!
Yes, You took me through the Melas!

In the coming days
I will be the gorgeous damsel
Making my journey in song and dance
Looking for my Jaisalmer, in another town.