Coming Out of the Quicksand

The days of haze and nights of distress,
Hangover used to continue for days,
Of the fog I got seeped in.
But a hand to hold my hands
took hold of me.
wiping away the dust of lethargy,
that had numbed my senses into oblivion.
I heard,”You are needed,don’t lose hope.”
heart refused to budge.
It was happy in this depth of painless and useless existence.
Someone again nudged me.
Shaken out of stupor,I opened my eyes.
The past and the future both were ready to help me out.
I dragged myself to come out of the quicksand of dark ominous thoughts.
Little by little,I am climbing out,
I can see a bright sunny morning awaits me…

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About Nalini Srivastava

I am an Indian.I write to let go of myself.It is my catharsis.My biggest inspiration is my son and every passing moment of life.I am a teacher by profession and the way I love to write ,I love to teach.With my one solo poetry book already published "Feminine Musings" hope many more will see the light.

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