Back to rest,
throwing self on the bed,
during days of dark,
when light doesn’t seem to be there.
The thought process changes to grief,
dies all the reason to live.
Hundreds of them shuffle in mind,
nothing in life seems better in kind.
Adopting variety of task to be done,
for change in self, engrossed in fun.
Yoga for allure,
meditation to cure.
Still juggling with thoughts,
Superior they are, not easy for sure.
Feelings when shared,
At comfort when cared.
Persistent struggle with self,
to think in a better way,
to ignore sufferings,
to see the other side of the grass,
to solve the problems within,
there, the healing process begins.
Steady efforts, developed mind,
begins to see the positive side.
The ride of life seems joyful again,
the bumps to thrive can never be plain.
Back to normal very soon,
Live to smile, life is a boon.