Sunday Poem By Ruchira Mukherjee

Sunday Poem By Ruchira Mukherjee

Disoriented mind

My mind is in a state of paranoia, At times my overthinking leads to hopelessness, At times again I am hopeful: Trying to bring back the life within me. Utopian minds are dangerous too . Tired of getting misinterpreted. Crisis and triggers are for head strong ones, I feel so numb and weak for all the twists. I kept rising from my ashes like a phoenix. But this time I feel I am losing myself. The strength I need,I don’t feel I have enough within. Amidst the devil’s bell: a sense of fresh emotions keeps me driving. I refuse to be caged,in discomfort. That sums up my loud mind. Before things end I sum up myself in this little piece: Be it love,life,emotions,hope, livelihood,breath. In all these tragedies I fight to survive.