Melancholy Poem by Puskar Sikdar

At the silent window of a weary soul,
Today, I stand alone, lost in a hollow gaze;
Counting the drifting, restless clouds,
A tangled mind sketches dreams in shades of despair.

My eyes search for refuge beyond the bars of fate,
Yet my shattered heart finds solace in silent screams;
Patience withers like dry leaves on a forsaken path,
But hope lingers in the dewdrops' tender gleam.

Once more, I cast away the vial of familiar poison,
How many times had I wished to leave this world behind?
Yet my veins rebelled, bursting in agony,
And my hands reached out, pleading for light.

The pages of my dream-bound diary,
Once meant to be torn in quiet surrender,
Now embrace me with an unknown love,
Where past sorrows stood disguised as shame.

Life suddenly tastes sweet, a longing rekindled,
The forgotten desires extend their hands again;
The poison jar, once a beacon of escape,
Now holds no allure in this world reborn.

Yet deception arrived, veiled in sorrow,
My eyes, brimming with unshed tears,
Accepted even hatred as an old companion,
And depression fell defeated at my feet.

Darkness still cloaks my days,
Yet the night is my solace;
To live is now my only quest,
I am the snare of sorrow's maze.

The dreamer within rises anew,
Ruling a kingdom of resilience;
In friendship, I seek my truth—
Pain no longer binds my existence.