Category: POETRY

No one would have conceived, handshakes and hugs could be death

they say some men, hearing the shooting
had stopped, went out to play
football, and bullets scored against their bodies

Everyone thought it was the end of the world but it wasn’t,
For it came like a thief at night, taking both the holy and unholy.

We that stayed indoor painted figments of fear over our doorsteps,
We that went outside wore spacesuits on earth,

Once more, in our sandals of hope
Our weary feet will stand firm and tall
Again, the trees and wind will sing,
Nothing but ecstasy in lyrics of joy

Somewhere around, a sneeze only wreaked out from a
man’s throat & everyone faded away like smoke.

We remain in our homes,
like prisoners in their cells,
because there’s no promise
of aseptic air,
no promise of safe strolls,

death figures drown the eyes. conjectures:
a new cold war of superpowers or theory of conspiracy?

We’re busy fondling the breast of our phones
depositing our minds in the abstract
while avoiding reality’s stony face

In between the leaves recuperating on the boughs, serrating the pure backdrop of the firmaments, the gossiping birds hop from one twig to another flailing at the deaf world that won’t oblige