A Little Tale Of Despair And Ecstasy Poem by Neha Bhansali

Happy I was a while ago,
So much that couldn’t be contained,
I burst with boundless energy,
That could not be refrained!

I spoke and laughed and danced around,
Not even knowing why,
Every little thing seemed to be telling me-
Come on and give it a try!

I stayed awake all night,
No sleep welcoming me,
I felt that I could be whoever I wanted to be,
Painter, poet, chef or do feng shui

I could not understand why people with worry saw me,
I was at the epitome of happiness and glee,
They asked if I needed help,
I couldn’t understand,
Why should happiness be bad?


And then came a wave of sadness,
I couldn’t comprehend,
How joy and ecstasy could bring this madness,
I had left my job and lost my girl
I really wondered if this were the end

They told me I needed help,
But I was lost in my own thought,
How could my happy world be so painful in the end,
I cursed my self and shunned all they brought

Now with each passing day,
I take it as it comes,
I listen and read what my allies say,
For inspite of despair and ecstasy,
A glimpse of me I can still see..