i gazed at the setting sun from the delhi ridge
only to act like oscar wilde running around the dublin bridge
i spent the summer shivering in a swiss frozen land
then returned to a warm winter amidst a dubai desert sand
i walked upon fallen buildings in gaza to admire a moment’s peace
and flew back to lake district with a fragrant day time breeze
nobody caught me crying in a lousy bar in lisbon
i hopped on the streets at midnight in the heart of brisbane
i went to karachi to trace the moonlit charm of the sea
and took shelter in mumbai under a monsoon swaying tree
i let go of my miserable art in the undying london snow
and ate a bizarre beijing dinner to go with the flow
i ran after a friend in conakry to wish him goodbye
i always looked up in respect towards the pleasant german sky
i returned to a romanian forest to deceive my endless pain
only to forget it all in the danish late night rain
then i locked myself in a cheerless room near newcastle upon tyne
to hang myself from the neck, my life could no longer rhyme..
i don’t support suicide neither am i depressed.
this poem is merely a journey of a depressed mind with no purposeful meaning. you may or may not connect with it. thanks.