Some time back a girl I knew committed
suicide (I am not telling you the reason why). The news came as an absolute
shock to me as I never thought that she will take such a drastic step. I got very
disturbed when I was told that she died due to overdose of sleeping pills. Various
thoughts started crossing my mind. I started remembering some old moments I had
with her. Although I didn’t know her well enough, I can say that she was a very
kind lady. So I had that saddening feeling somewhere deep inside me. For the
next few days, I used to think of her and her family. I was wondering how sad
her family would be. Yeah! I could only wonder how sad they would be. Only her
family would know how painful it is to lose someone so dear.
One morning while I was using my laptop,
all of a sudden I started thinking of her again and about her family too. I was
visualizing stuffs and my sentiments rose so high that I knew it was time to
pen it down (or type it down as I was using my computer). I opened up Word and
started typing…. Following is what I typed while thinking of the girl and her
family. The poem is not based upon her but is actually based upon “repentance
after suicide”. I’m not saying much as I want you all to figure it out
yourself.
Nothing could really bring me a pleasure
I traveled great oceans, I traveled great
lands,
I hiked tall mountains, and sailed great
seas,
But nothing could really bring me a
pleasure -
Animals, birds, or lush green trees.
I wandered through the dense forests so
wild,
I roamed through the cities' streets;
But nothing could really bring me a
pleasure -
People, houses, or drummers' beats.
I entered my home, to meet my mother,
My father, and sleep in my suite,
But nothing could really bring me a
pleasure -
My crying parents, or my silky bed sheet.
I could see them, but they see me not,
I could hear them, but they hear me not;
Nothing could really bring me a pleasure -
My helplessness, or my nostalgic thought.
I loathe that day when I jumped off the
cliff,
And plunged deep into the sea beneath,
Nothing could really bring me a pleasure -
My death, my casket or the beautiful wreath.
More to follow on this topic.