Friday 7 July 2017

Sadness

Sadness,
I don't know where it springs from,
But on the eve of Tuesday it came again,
My good old friend sadness,
A friend? Not really.
More like that annoying neighbor that comes knocking when you're having a wonderful sleep,
Causing a disruption,
Refusing to leave,
Sometimes it comes announced,
Like a bad weather forecast the prior day,
Sometimes, not so predictable,
It's like a sudden gush of cold water on a winter morning that hits your skin like electricity,
Some people understand my sadness,
And some do not,
I can't decide who I feel more sorry for,
It's like introducing that bad friend your parents caught you playing with
Through years I've learnt to embrace sadness, 
Not only because fighting it is like snapping a rubber band only to hurt oneself, 
But at times when I feel I'm all I have in this World,
Sadness looms around, 
Smiling at me, 
My good old friend sadness. 

To Anna, from Sharvi

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