top of page
Search

Depression

Hashtag Kalakar
Oct 11, 2022
1 min read

By Aditi Gandhi



November is Fleeting, But my soul is still trapped in the land of darkness.

Neither can I think straight, nor can I breathe, As my life has become a living hell.





How can I survive when I am stuck with the virus of sadness? Only you can save me god by doing a miracle in my dead life.



By Aditi Gandhi




Recent Posts

See All
Dumb or In Love

By Kavya Mehulkumar Mehta are poets dumb — or just in love? to the world, they may seem dumb, but for them, love is inevitable. poems are reminders of love that can’t be forgotten, shan’t be forgotten

 
 
 
A Future So Azure

By Inayah Fathima Faeez Tomorrow looms unsure, muffled by the deep Thumbs twiddling, barriers never-ending, failure and nothing to reap At the shore lie the choices, imposing, leading to journeys impo

 
 
 
Letting Go In Layers

By Inayah Fathima Faeez Some part of us is cold and shrivelled, In a body of seemingly endless depth. Some part of us is heavy and dishevelled, Misery filling an unending breadth. Some part of us is

 
 
 

Comments

Rated 0 out of 5 stars.
No ratings yet
Add a rating
bottom of page