The Hues of Blue ~ a Poem With a Message

Cautionary note:

The Hues of Blue is a poem inspired by an actual life event. The poem includes a story of a person who committed suicide, which, in my opinion, is not recommended in the Quran, and neither the poetry nor the prose is meant to condone such actions. The real purpose of publishing this poem is to convey an important message to parents around the globe.

The Hues of Blue!

What I saw while taking my last breath,

The hues of blue, I had never noticed before.

Waves of water and a sea too deep,

Yearning to ease my burdened soul.

Rude and careless waves pull me down,

I asked for help, but there was no one around.

I tried to swim up, but the weight of the water,

Pushed me down; I was that time, seeking ground.

The waves of the sea were pulling me away,

Soon there was a place that was very deep.

There in front of my eyes started a movie,

Life of 13000 days ended in a few seconds.

I saw a movie where there were my parents, and

My elder brother, lovingly living in a small home,

My brother was loved by my parents, all alone

After some years, I came to the world.

I was a school-going kid at the age of four.

My brother went to a good private school,

While I was in a government-local school.

This difference my parents created between us two.

The difference I started to feel at quite a young age,

I remained quiet and respectful but was ignored.

I became a loner; I was a nerd and shy…

I started to consume knowledge through the internet.

I wanted to scream and cry aloud, but how could I?

The world was blind to my moist eyes and silent cry,

But why ask someone else?

When it was all due to my parents’ vitriol.

They, who always ignored my needs,

My lost desires and dreams in the eyes that weep…

Years passed, and now I was a teenager,

They dropped me out of school, but I was a philosopher.

The world didn’t understand my ideas and thoughts…

They questioned my enthusiasm and passion, not for good.

Poetry was the other thing I loved to write…

Even it was not praised by my family and was denied.

I began writing for an online site…

There is also a question there,

They told me that I cannot write poetry here.

As it is not a blogging site.

I was already on fire on the inside,

I promised myself to have some delight.

I started to post forums to have some discussions

I want to learn all about the human mind.

Poetry and forums, both side by side.

It helped me to understand the darkness and light.

I used to target some human brains,

By asking questions to some closed minds.

I was a man who sold equipment for the Minds’ gym…

I helped people to make some good muscles of their brains.

For nine years, I kept thinking and doing the same

Then a young lady signed up for the same site.

She was also a poet and liked answering my forums,

She was bright-minded and made me feel light…

We then became good friends in no time,

A few months passed, I lost my job.

She helped me with her kind words and used to talk…

She advised me never to lose hope.

I told her I’d be strong, but in my mind, I’d already drowned.

She had a smiling face, so I also faked a smile.

Inside I was dying like someone falling from a great height…

I tried a lot but wasn’t able to manage.

My hopes were quietly fading in front of my eyes.

Things worsened when my parents refused to support.

They still were blind to my cry, even after knowing I was breaking.

For the past seven years, my brother had been living away from home.

With his wife and child in his own home.

I was the one who was taking care of my old parents…

But, none of my efforts have resulted in a reward.

The girl I met on the writing site was now a good friend

I used to talk to her and share all my pain…

She used to listen and said she would not judge me.

I told her my story and also listened to hers.

Yesterday I talked with her for the last time,

She’s like balm on my deep wounds,

Then something prompted me to end my life.

I jumped into the hues of blue, and

Now the waves are washing me away.

I’m sure she’s somewhere waiting for a reply.

Now here in the water, while drowning down,

I am wondering why she was sent my way.

Maybe it was to ease the last days of my life, and

My part in her story was needed for the evolution of her soul.

Here I am saying goodbye to this world,

Letting water wash away me and my pain forever.

The blues of life merge with hues of blue…

Together we just made it through! 

I’m going, but leaving a lesson for the parents.

Never, ever do such a thing to your children.

Some abuse can cause soul wounds.

A lifetime may be insufficient to heal such damages.

by Misbah Sheikh ©

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I love writing poems. Poetry, in my opinion, is a fun way to express emotions. I enjoy conveying messages of love through my poetry. – Misbah Sheikh

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Hi, I am Misbah Sheikh. I am currently a writer on HubPages and Medium. I have also written a few articles for a website named 309Write. I have a bachelor's degree in applied Psychology and Fine Arts. I love writing poems. Poetry, in my opinion, is a fun way to express emotions. I enjoy conveying messages of love through my poetry. It makes my heart feel warm and light. I also enjoy writing about history, psychology, spirituality, faith, cooking recipes, social issues, and a wide range of other subjects. I enjoy discovering new things and am always eager to learn more.
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