Passing glimpse.

I saw her in a passing glimpse,

Her mane ruffled in the wind.

I saw her still sane.

I saw her smile,

Amused by her own reflection on the glass window.

I saw her turning away, as if in pain.

I saw her in thought,

As if regretting the past and cursing the future.

I saw her in burden.

I saw her wanting,

To be praised, to be known, to be loved.

I saw her nothing left to give the world,

But her life.

I saw her .... in a passing glimpse.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Prithwish Patra.

How I wished!

How I wished to be anything, but human,

How I wished to be detached of feelings.

How I wished to be that pigeon that flys away.

How I wished to be that deer that runs through the woods.

How I wished to be that squirrel, who watches everything, but understand nothing.

How I wished to ask Him, to let me choose for myself.

How I wished, never to forgive or forget.

How I wished, never to try to find the meaning of everything.

How I wished, never to have the urge to find love.

How I wished, never to feel weak at heart.

How I wished to die, without knowing how or why?

How I wished ....to be free!

Prithwish Patra.

Blogger's Note : This is my actual suicide note/poem ,though I am not going to suicide.