The Author as a Sculptor

Your skillful male hands

knead the mud

to shape me

as you may

in a set mould

of humble clay

since centuries

the same cast,

a million women

repeat and relive

a future of past

broad forehead

to bring you 

lines of fortune

lotus-eyes to bring 

compassion and wrath, 

or when you say

doom- doom !

only love 

and endearment

her lips allowed 

to smile and sing

the tongue that drinks

your adversary's blood

and never utters

a single word

the perfect curves

to be the mother

in her endless womb

your dreams to nurture

the thighs strong

to bear you sons

fight your wars

defeat your demons

the embellishments, perfect all

to show your prosperity

and the burial in water

the final downfall

the ritual carving

of a mortal mother

every year

you dear man

her author

her sculptor !

I am fine ?

Depression is a dark hole

a quagmire

which sinks further

with every attempt

to come out

one friendly hand extended

one kind gesture

one persistent query- 

tell me? tell me?

could change the rhetoric

from false

"I am fine"

no judgement

no quick solutions

just empathy and listening

could be the straw

the drowning one hold tight

your one word

could save a life.

There is something called the DUCK SYNDROME, people who apparently appear calm and at peace on the surface just like gliding ducks may in fact be dealing with constant conflict and turmoil, just like the fervent flipping of their feet by ducks beneath the surface, just to keep afloat.

India leads the world in both #depression and #suicide statistics, proving that our so called closely knot family and societal structures are of no or little help to #mentalhealth victims.

The fact that a scandal or MMS would get more views than this depression awareness video even after having the support of a major mainstream celebrity shows our disinterest and apathy towards mental health patients.

Look around, ask again and again and again. Your asking may melt the ice, may save a life.

#DobaraPoocho