When your sanity hangs on a mere thread,
do you lose control of your life like me?
Yesterday, as the sun was drowning slow
into the blushing clouds, scattered across
the western horizon, it felt as if
my mind, not the sun, was drowning instead,
into the unfathomed depths of insanity!
Then the night arrived, calm and heavy too,
from the weight of darkness around the world,
soothing me and my wrinkled heart, blushing from
so many hemorrhages deep inside;
and the blood weakening the thread relentlessly!
Then as the first light of the sun was growing strong,
the mere thread snapped finally, at the break of dawn!
All these voices that I hear in my head,
all those faces that recur in my dreams
and memories bittersweet from my past
have so often made my humble limbs grow numb
severing my last threads of sanity,
pushing me back to the realm of darkness
and solitude, perched high up near the clouds,
where oblivion floats like rain in the air!
In that place my humble face has no fear of the crowd,
so the voices there can plead, cry or even scream,
and the faces can turn my dreams to nightmares
and from all these I too can grow insane, at last!
For the night will fall asleep and darkness will fade
when a new, brighter sun shall pierce the horizon!
She said, “I swear, they shall never laugh
and they shall never leave, I swear too!”
I had ample faith in her predictions,
so I said nothing and stifled a sigh
and nothing changed on the surface, though
it wreaked havoc on my sinning soul!
This is a documentary on Conflicts raging around the world for Maasranga Television, a leading TV channel in Bangladesh:
Does your loneliness get intensified
when there is a distinct chill in the wind,
be it from rain or the days of Winter,
encroaching upon your ripe Autumn days?
Perhaps it’s the lack of warmth all around,
no Sun on the heaven’s face to derive
inspiration for living by yourself
and no azure sky visible through the gloom!