It’s strange that I write when I am sad
Strange that it turns out to be the best of all my writings.
Sometimes I wonder if poetry is a reflection of my depression
Cos I never write when I am really happy.
Even when I write of all the happy things
I do it when I am low and empty
But I can still think of so many happy memories,
But somehow never when I am happy…
It’s strange that I write of happiness when I am sad
Strange that it sounds happy even though I am sad
I think the best of writing comes when one can feel
And I probably feel the greatest depth in me only when I am sad!
I write of being in love when I am away from love
I write of company and friends only when I have none of them
I write of joy when I am in sorrow
And of success when I have encountered the greatest failure!
What irony there is in this act of writing …
That I write that which is the opposite of my state
Strange that it sounds sane to me
Perhaps I feel the greatest depth in me only when I am sad.
Man turns to god in despair,
Man turns to beliefs and faith
But I guess what man actually does
Is turn to himself …
It is then that he realizes his true depth
Cherishes his true capability
Experiences his ability to bounce back against all odds
That’s probably what happens to me…when I am sad…
I feel the greatest depth in me only when I am sad.
