To Sylvia Plath...

These days I've been reading a lot of poetry by Sylvia Plath. I remember back in high school, we had a poem by her in our english text book. I also remember the teacher telling us, that she was under a lot of stress and depression, and had committed suicide.

So yesterday I just googled her up and found out that she had put her head in an oven and killed herself!

I went on and read some of her poems. Some were very abstract. But some had intense dark emotions bursting out of them.

It's tragic how this young and beautiful lady, decided to take such an extreme step. Maybe, all she wanted was someone to talk to. A husband who left her. A father who died. Crippling her emotions which looked for support.

I was thinking, only if I'd knew her. I would've heard her heart out. Maybe, even had a drink or two with her.

..because that's what some people need. Just someone to talk to. But they're left there, in those dark corners as their emotions haunt the valleys of loneliness...

As I always say,
Some people are meant to walk the shadows.

Sylvia may be gone. But she has left priceless words behind her. Words which will echo till the end of time. Giving people glimpses of the hells, people go through.

I miss you Sylvia, wish I would've been there, to lend my shoulder to you...

I'd like to end this post with some lines by her-



"Sooner or later something goes amiss,
The singing birds pack up and fly away.
So never try to trick me with a kiss,
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this."

R.I.P Sylvia..