Monday, March 30, 2020

30th March 2020 - 6th DAY OF COMPLETE LOCK- DOWN OF INDIA


17TH DAY OF MY SOCIAL ISOLATION

1071 POSITIVE, 29 DEAD, 100 CURED

General feeling: “The new normal that people are speaking about is now seeming like something that could really be. Still convincing myself to prepare for this. An online personality is all what we will be living with for some-time to come. Is that personality your Insta account or your Facebook profile? Who are you, digitally? But more importantly, who are you?"

Today, I am penning down a poem. I have a feeling, some of you may have gotten fatigued with the long paragraphs that I usually post. So let’s try, spinning another art form of expression.
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I am sorry, I have joked about it
I am sorry, I have demanded work from home as human rights
I am sorry I failed to see beyond the sensation
Of news updates, of geo-political bytes

As thousands in the world die a painful death,
Unable to say goodbye,
Thank your luck in every breath
You may not be the one to die

As we accept the times that are,
And move ahead of denial
It’s unforgiving to be stoic
As the world goes through this trial

The new world order, they say
Is here to come and stay,
Unsure of what we are to become
For how many wounds, we are to pay

Uncertainty is testing our hearts
As loneliness, we continue to brave
It’s asking us of strength and valor
To finally let go,
Of the “normalcy”, we crave

Normal is nothing but an art of our own,
Your normal is perhaps my unknown
And yet for once, we together moan
Of the collective havoc, that we have wreaked
On nature, on earth, our crimes have peaked

And the alarm bell, today, as it rings
Deafens us with its deadly dings
Reminding us of what we’ve become
All the greed that we have heaped

As we face into the future through our virtual screens
Together learning the social scenes
Of Insta-handles and Facebook profiles
Losing ourselves to our ‘internet memes’

Divided we stand, together we fall
Who’d have taught could be a literal call?
But here we are, facing the heat
Mindlessly fighting to evade defeat

Maybe we will, I hope we shall
Be able to break an insecure wall
Of mistrust, of greed, of mindless disposition
Of struggle for power & No.1 position

Of crony capitalism,
Of cruel communism,
And their staunch & unforgiving brutes

Of dreadful experiments
Of deafening lies
And convenient alternate truths

Let hope tell us we’ll be human
In flesh & blood, in mind & heart
With emotion and empathy
As our guiding start.






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