Category: POETRY

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?

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

hope tucked in the distanced engagements / the
anniversaries / the successful fundraisings
/ the crowd of courses / the dullness of indoors
/ the cracking of dawn / the dimming of dusk

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

They drove past me and my brother—
The x and y in an equation
Past our cry for survival
Our hands resting on our waists