Nestling

Nestling in the shelter of our homes
We stay indoors in the safety our own little domes.
        Each to their family,
        Each with their own strategy.
This time it’s neither a choice nor an option
But a necessity, drilled with all precaution.
 
Tangling in the between of panic and fear
We slowly dismiss the activities of the year.
          Each to their affair,
          Each at their own care.
We dread for places where the virus might nest
And never a time do we put our worries at rest.
 
In all its oddness somehow the pandemic
Blanket us with the warmth of kin fabric.
          Each bond rejuvenating,
          Each secured to a closer ring.
And just when we thought the virus infects
We anchored towards a deeper connect.
 
As the human race nestles and pauses to heal
We pour out our wholehearted ordeals.
          Each to their conveyers,
          Each in their own prayers.
And here from the comfort of our nestling hearts
We dream forward to a steady restart.

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂

The Waste Land, “April is the cruellest month.”
The thought has been stuck in my head for a while now
As I sit reminiscing your presence beside me
Thinking back to days when I once held your hands.

Suddenly yesterday became a distant memory
With new lockdown rules hurling in papers,
Nevertheless the heart continues to journey with hope
Yearning for better days to thread along.

The mind is indeed a beautiful playground
Where treasured moments replay in repeated loops.
And yet my isolated being remains restless over
Our last “see you tomorrow” that never came.

How do we love in the time of Coronavirus?
With these thoughts I close my tired eyes
And make believe that when all this is over
I shall love you even more.

Little Girl

Little girl seems distant and silent
Things are not as they used to be
No more school, no more tea party
All “Closed until further notice.”

Little girl is left with no other choice
Her mom warned, “Children are not allowed to go out.”
Cut off from the mini schedules of her daily routine
She plays along the ‘hide and seek’ of the world.

Little girl does not quite understand
Why she has to stay indoors and never come out.
She vaguely understands the mysterious virus
More so the global pandemic looming at large.

Little girl now wonders what this virus might be
She imagined, “Coronavirus must be like a dragonfly
And Oh! Golden in color,” she added.
Her mother only smiled to her innocent remark.

Little girl has her own way of seeing things
While the adults around her worry and fret
She basks in the moment of her own imaginative world
As being haunted by giant golden dragonflies.

The New Normal

Radiant earth, a surrogate mother

Unaware, of what it nurtures

Covid-19, the foster child

An imposter, spreading wild

Like giant tsunami, chaotic

In a muddle, the world panics

Uncertain times, a new normal

Playing havoc, with everything formal.

 

Yes! The new normal, a new adjust

Global pandemic, a new construct

To shake a hand, a new taboo

Wear a mask, a new must do

The siren wails, the night curfew

Empty streets, the city view

Wash your hands, a key resistance

One golden rule, ‘Social distance.’

Times Like These

Times like these when we are caught

In a whirlpool of uncertainty and fear

How do you brace this unexpected gloom?

Are you safe? Are you equipped? 

                Times like these when we are caught

                In a whirlpool of staying in and cutting off

                How are you holding up?

                Are you okay? Are you secured? 

Our concerns ever provoked by rising figures

Tracking progression as if an exponential math 

Unprecedented crisis we curse with dread

What is this that we are terrified of?

                Says it wears a crown but do we

                In all majesty bow down to it

                Like a king? Spike as they appear

                We take cover, in fear of its fatal stab.

While mankind stresses over this alien encounter

They say, “Mother earth is healing”

From the remnants of ever human greed

Is this not the silver lining?

                As the rivers clear and the sky retains its blue

                Nature wraps us with its gracious stealth

                A timely pause, each endless grind overhauled

                Are you not healing too?