Blue Blood Poem by Souren Mondal
Blue Blood
Red turns into thick blue
cells invaded by substances
Nicotine and Venlafaxine run
parallely
Competing for a stronger withdrawal
Consciousness runs into dark spaces troubled,
face to face with the Shadow
and staring into each others' eyes
we hit a psychedelic dream
where
moments of unuasy agony
Insomnia's dead body
murdered by sleeping pills
pile together
rot into a thick, black muck
Through which I swim and drown
swim again
C'est la vie
Happiness is a forced farce
Quitting is not an option
Fighting is....
Souren Mondal
December 15,2015
I want to thank my psychiatrist, my family, and friends, who have stood up for me and treated me well during these past half a year or so when at times I found it difficult to even get my sick arse of the bed.
And, I want to say this to anyone reading this poem, who might be going through something like this, is you are not ALONE, definitely not 'crazy'. You do not need to 'cheer up', this is not your 'choice' or 'fault'. It's tough to deal with mental illness, granted the sheer apathy, ignorance, and stigma attached with this. But just like any other disease, like a flu or so, this can be treated if you reach for help. Do not hold back please, I urge you. I had suffered from this in isolation and hidden it for months before coming out and reaching for help. Reaching out for help does not mean you are 'weak'. Visiting a psychiatrist does not mean you are 'mad'. There's nothing more strong than to ask for help under these circumstances, nothing more 'sane' than to visit a psychiatrict or a psychologist to get expert help and/or medication to treat this problem. Life throws us many problems, and there are solutions, or at least means to get into some form of recovery. Do not lose hope, or quit, or even worse, blame it on yourself and let the stigma ruin your life. Choose life, ask for help. Please.
And to anyone who might think that depression and/or other forms of mental illness is a 'choice' and we need to merely 'cheer up', trust me, we would love to 'cheer up' than go through this kind of pain that makes our lives so miserable. We don't, like anyone else, want to live our lives in a state of near morbidity. And no, we are not 'sad', most of the times, we simply feel no emotions whatsoever. Please try to be more sensitive, and show some empathy toward those around you whom you consider as 'mad'. We are not 'mad', nobody is.
Thank you for reading this if you did. I again say to those sufferring, YOU ARE NOT ALONE AND ASKING FOR HELP IS NOT A COWARDLY ACT. Please seek help if you are in distress, and fight it. Help will be there. Hope will be there.
Souren Mondal
December 15,2015
Competing for a stronger withdrawal with moments of unuasy agony this poem speaks about strength and compassion. Depression is one illness of mind but this cures automatically with freshness of mind. A thoughtful poem with wise poet's note is shared here. Amazing.
Once again from here, Dear Souren, I, having lived personally and through members of the family conditions you describe, I want to assure you that you with these abilities you have will soon find a productive and very interesting way to live a life you will very much like.Trust What you can do with your hands and mind.Be proud of it as are we, your friends.You do not need to have belongings and fortunes to enjoy life.I experienced that condition.My ''Human essence is a personal confession.Read it to see that we, too, passed through conditions one could hardly bear...Always at your side.In need of any help, call, send a message if you feel like it.
Thanks for sharing Souren. I hope that expressing yourself through your poetry provides some relief and also hope for others. I agree with you that quitting is not an option. Even when life gets tough, its still life and its so precious. While life is not fair (and it will never be) , we all have challenges in our lives that we have to learn to cope with. I am here for you my fellow poet. I enjoy your writing and appreciate your thoughtful commentaries. You are such a bright young man! Take care.
Oh God.. My heart is shaking... My pray with u my friend. Thanks and wishes
Your notes speak volumes about the trauma you are in, but more, your desire to come out of this situation! But far above, your desire to help those who are passing through a similar situation! What you have stated in full faith, may I repeat once again borrowing your own words! 'Life throws us many problems, and there are solutions, or at least means to get into some form of recovery. Do not lose hope, or quit'! Souren........ believe there is nothing beyond redemption, if we have the will! My earnest prayers and good wishes for you to come out of this depression at the earliest!
Dear Souren, Whole world is defined in mind, I suggest you to go for conditioning o mind and you can do it b'coz I see a fire in you, I see strength pouring out from your poetry, like Deepak ko kahan pata usmein kitni roshani hai, Suraj ko kahan pata us mein kitne tapish aur zindagi hai Hawaon ko kahan pata ki woh tandak kahan se laati hai Thik usi tarah khud ko bhi pata nahi hota ki hum kya hai Aur kya kar sakte hain, log jo ird gird hote hain woh hi in sab ke zimmedaar hote hain Badal do Jagah ko, Ird gird ko, khud ko Indeed a thought provoking poem and a marvelous piece and advice, I wish you every success......in whatever you do.....BURE WAQT MEIN BHI EK ACHCHI BAAT HOTI HAI AUR WOH YEH HAI KI WOH BHI KHATAM HO JATA HAI...............Cheer up MAN....
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I would like to translate this poem
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My friend, Souren. Your notes were incredible. You have a strength and compassion that will surely get you through anything. I think that perhaps many, if not most great poets and artists have or had some form of depression or psychiatric disease and an innate therapy was their art form of choice. You have done a world of good here with what you have posted and I personally wish you all the best, including peace and happiness.