Schizophrenia has always intrigued me and left me feeling helpless about the condition of a person who goes through the torment. I have molded this poetry around Love, Rain and Schizophrenia. I hope you can spare a minute to read the same and find it worth your time. Thanks :)
“Schizophrenia is when the total personalities of your past lives or the memories of invading Spirits enter your body.”
Frozen droplets on
the window pane
The dead tick tock of
the mantelpiece clock
The door crinkles; I
find a way out of my room
Stare at the solitary
hue, the starless sky moans
Someone from the darkness
reaches out for me,
The familiar smell of
wet earth, the wind hisses
“Emma” he whimpers
The cloud of memories
swirl around me
The sight of us,
wrapped in linen sheets
Rain lashing against
the window pane
Soft whispers.. “I
love you Keith..”
That morning, the sky
was grey, heartbeats uneven
Car keys clicked,
engine kick started
He’ll be back home
for dinner, he promised.
Seconds, minutes,
hours.
Love never found its
way back home.
White shrouds and red
goodbyes.
Boots covered with
fresh mud, they lowered him
The skies joined in
bereavement.
Seven years passed
by..
Love finally found
his way back home
Disguised in blindness,
So I reach out for
his hands today
Love beckons me home
And I, shrouded in
memories and love
Follow him
The ground races
towards me
Drunken haze
Pitter-patter
loudens,
Love beckons me home
Warm liquid guzzles out,
washed by rain
I rest my head on the
cold pillow
In his loving arms
I find my home again.
This Poetry is shared with Poetry Jam: Rain
This Poetry is also shared with Dverse Poets
(c) Ayushee Ghoshal
