22 December, 2020

Silence

Once, in a deserted land,
Lived families of adults,
In harmony with nature.

They never felt hungry.
They never get tired.
All they would do was
to protect a slender tree.

Nobody knows who had planted
one tree at the highest hill around;
That single tree survived for years.

They never seek out other places.
They never speak to each other too.
All they would do was
to stay under the tree.

The realization of day and night
was there due to a sun-like figure.
Hot and shinny, it would fade out
every few hours.

They never felt sleepy.
They were never fully awake too.
All they would do was
occupy the silhouettes of the tree.

Days went by and nights.
The members of the families
Would look at the tree-
a deity figure of their life.

One day or it was one night,
I don't remember exactly.
The tree vanished into thin air.
From the highest hill around
of a deserted land
Where lived families of adults,
In harmony with nature.

Now, there's just silence.
~

17 June, 2020

Rain

The clouds becoming 'dark' from white
A mellow journey turned into a rage
Full of anguish-the storms and lightning;
What's left is a bare contemplation
For what it may take, and what will remain.

The turmoils of pretending are visible
As the wind has left us all naked
We see each other-our vulnerabilities;
Now shall we put an effort to feel them too?
Somebody asked.

We knew nicer things were just another "cup of tea"
And these subtle delusions were what makes a life.
With no intentions to pry into someone's emotions
We thought it was okay to ask for whatever we like.

But, the clouds were becoming 'dark' from white
A mellow journey was subtly turning into a rage
Full of anguish, with the storms and lightning;
And what was left there, a bare contemplation
For what it might take, and what would remain.

~

06 April, 2020

An Upside-down mask

These days,
We don't need to pretend much,
Like we're talking to each other-
The way we used to;
We all wear masks over our faces.
But we were doing the same, don't we?
Since the beginning of the time, we know,
"wearing masks of prejudices"
Every time we used to speak.

Now, we set us all free,
Free from the burden of formalities,
Free from the abyss of situational relationships.
I know some will even remove each other
From the stories of their "good old times",
Together.

These days,
It is possible.

We don't need to pretend much,
Like we really care for each other-
The way we used to;
We all wear masks over our faces.
But we were doing the same, don't we?
Since the beginning of the time, we know,
All kind words were just metaphors
We said what we didn't really mean to say-
Carefully, our portrait of a "good person",
Was kept.

Now, our eyes wouldn't gaze at each other?
Silently, like they used to
Over our successes and failures.
And, we can confess to each other
That we did envy.

Sigh! I cannot see well though
I use both masks and glasses!
~

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