Darkened Tides
(Too hard-hitting for soft voices)
The fan swirls above …
time stands still, drying up the tears on my furnace
How ironical it is,
When we are happy, we jump
When we are sad, our backs have a c-shaped hump
Sitting in rooms, bored
Waiting to splash tears of cure
all over the world
Staring at fans , sleeping with laptops,
That which can never be researched
That which could atleast create a temporary cure…
You know you are capable,
but you just continue
to stand still in the run of the shower
Unable to stop the unstoppable hue
People positively bearing viruses in abundance
People left with the hope,
that they will serve their family someday
legitimate concerns, bogged down by the very fear of existence
Attribution theories question as to why
Yet,
Positivity hides behind the curtains not because it is just shy
People scared to step out
People mad to meet and go out
The rage in me
Just is as of now,
Politely shrugging away this heavy emotional fee
Sitting and sorting the heavy stings,
Hoping my hippocampus has forgotten even the important things
Having ran through wards, clinics,
I have now
been unconsciously conditioned,
to come to terms
Of being able to foresee a life with viral gimmicks
