Convict
Samiksha Chaudhary 1997 (Indore)
Suspect: Present
Mental status: Altered
Blink. Blink.
Don't think.
Thinking is injurious to health.
It leads to psychological addiction
more complex than a morbid condition.
It hits you so bad
that your heart starts skipping beats.
Hands turn cold
and so your feets
as if winter is here
but just for you.
Body starts to freeze;
turns weak,
knees secured and locked,
raising pale pallor into the cheek.
Voice turns down,
dilated pupils,
rapid pulse,
racing breath.
exaggerated impulse
leading to an emotional outburst
Head starts to hurt.
Typically resulting into a attack
of a billion thoughts rushing to the brain
with the speed of a tachyon.
Wait. Let me carry on.
"My life is upside down because
she loves me; the dark lonely night,
she thinks I'm a star and so
never turns into a daylight.
One more thing loves me more than myself
Death I guess,
like a magnet it pulls me
closer to herself.
Am I anxious or overwhelmed or pressurized or strained or irritated or terrified or
or may be just numb?
Yes, maybe just numbed.
Am I okay?
Do I need to get repaired?
I saw this was coming then why am I
still not prepared."
Sorry.
I got carried away.
Disclaimer: All the characters and incidents mentioned are imaginary, resemblance to any person dead or alive is purely coincidental.
"Coincidences are rare but it happened to me."
What? Are you thinking again
about disclaimer in the end.
Haha.
Remember. I'm living my life in vain.
Interrogation: Complete
"GUILTY."
About this poem
Its hard to live within moonless midnight of mind which is eagerly expecting its end at any cost. Depression is not an offence then why is that person always entitled "GUILTY".
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Written on September 12, 2022
Submitted by csamy4597 on September 12, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | XX XAAXBXBXXXCXCXXDXDXXXEAX XFXFGXHGXXXIJXJ HI XH XXXE XH |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,470 |
Words | 296 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 24, 15, 2, 2, 4, 2 |
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