My soul trapped in darkness

Once we had a great laugh, I turned on to tell him about my dark hidden areas. Osho said once, the sorrow goes deep and fun remains on surface.

As I went deep inside, I came to know about the infinity of that engulfing darkness. I stopped my occasional fake laughs since then.

In this image, I have drawn myself as a thin, slim, frail gray (feeling low) above and red below (my anger) candle, trapped in a spring wire of panic attacks (red spiral), my anger, my flame burning weakly just above the surface of dark, black, tumultuous ocean of loneliness and helplessness. My flame , my soul , flickering because of strong winds of my sadness (deep blue waves above) and hopelessness (gray waves above).

I was alive and functional (yellow color surrounding the candle) because of my optimism, my pride in my achievements and social recognition as a creative scholar.