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May I meet you someday like this,
may there be no rush of saying goodbye
may there be no fear of interruptions.
may all the emotions be poured out
and every nook and cranny of my heart be emptied.
may I hold no regrets within
may memories not haunt us later.

May I never tire of expressing myself
may I find contentment in listening to you
may there be no constraints of time
and may we be bound together as a single knot
you, time, and I.

May I grasp you and drift into a deep slumber
may there be no haste to wake up
may there be no fear of missing a moment
may I get melted on your embrace, and
meld into your wholeness
just as the soul merges with the Supreme Being

May there be no unfulfilled dreams like this
may there be realities that satisfy me.

Someday, may I meet you
just like this.


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Note - This poem was originally written in Nepali language. This translation has been rendered by Suman Pokhrel.
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TheJhondelion Jan 14
In a world where we feel forsaken and abandoned,
A barren land bleaked with loneliness, forgotten, forlorn
A life so hopeless and full of desolation.
A whole generation plagued by an epidemic called depression.

An illness that took the lives of many.
Yet still misunderstood, dismissed as laziness aplenty.
Loving parents lose daughters and sons,
Still no cure, incomprehensable not even one can understands.

They've scoured books, devoured dictionaries, seeking words to describe how they really feel,
Yet none can mend a soul like them, too broken to heal, too shattered to fix it still.

But then you came, a beacon so bright,
on this dim and narrow path I called life,
A glimmer of hope in a world so dark, where it all seems filled with wrath and strife.

Be strong and make sure to guard your light,
Growing it ever more intense โ€”impairing a sight,
Let it shine brighter than any stars and sun,
Help them light up their way till the darkness around them are gone.
For souls that dwells in void like mine,
I cherished the warmth it gives and provides,
In a world not built for us to live, rather just merely for us to survive.

Yet remain cautious of those who'd dim your glow,
Leaving you cold, it's unkind โ€” I know.
But keep your flames burning with passion,
Nurture it, share it wisely like a precious ration,
For your light is a beacon of hope,
Guiding those lost in darkness, away from ending their lives hanging on a rope.
This poem is inspired by all the people in my life whom I dearly love and adoreโ€”my friends, family, colleagues, and even strangers who stand beside me and millions of others suffering from mental illnesses. Their understanding, kindness, and unwavering support make this often difficult life bearable. They are my beacons of hope.
Mental health struggles are often misunderstood, and those who battle these challenges are frequently met with judgment rather than compassion. This poem aims to shed light on the depth of these struggles and the importance of empathy. To everyone who offers a listening ear, a kind word, or a comforting presence, know that your actions ripple through the darkness, bringing warmth and light.
This piece is a reminder that while the world can seem desolate and unkind, the light within each of us can guide others through their darkest moments. Together, we can create a world where no one feels alone in their suffering. Thank you for being the light that helps others find their way.
P.S. Always remember that it is not that expensive to be KIND โค๏ธ

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