The waves of the sea are moods to me,

They tell you all the wares.

They are the anthems of the souls,

Amidst all mortal stares.

The feelings within are like the tide,

Which go from high to low.

Like the direction of the moon,

The way it tells it so.

For the moon is but an embodiment,

Made by the Creator.

To work the magic of highs and lows,

In accordance of the master painter.

The same is with a depressed life,

They have their highs and lows.

They are happy and then they cry,

A great tantrum to to show.

Although they gather up their mind,

They need a shoulder to cry.

Without that they fall away,

To wither away and die.

One day you’ll know what happened to me,

Why I went this way.

Why I kept coming back to you,

Like a tide to just sway.

All I ever wanted was love,

To feel wanted and secure.

To rest my tired head down,

So that I didn’t walk out the dor.

Why don’t you just drive a knife,

Into my beating heart.

To calm this pain that is in me,

Rather than hurting every part.

For what I feel within right now,

Is the wave of great distress.

I have to throw it out somehow,

Or cause a major redress.

I silently bear all my tears and pain,

But my cry for help’s in vain.

For the one who can help me now,

Think I am insane.

So tired I am of this life,

I pray that it would end.

To find that eternal sleep at last,

Would indeed be the best godsend.

If I take that pill right now,

It with hurt my complete being.

It will cut my body into parts,

And cause me to sink.

Again I turn to you for help,

To hold my ailing hand.

If you let go of me right now,

I’ll fall into that descent.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) 9th December 2010