A slice of love,
blanket of gloom,
swirl of ecstasy,
fusillade of anger,
echo of laughter,
whiff of freshness,
pain of heartbreak,
onus of responsibility,
pleasure of passion,
tinge of envy,
grace of maturity,
tussle of thoughts,
turmoil of decisions,
rut of the mundane,
voice of truth,
veil of deceit,
thrill of adrenaline,
silence of solitude.
As my quill dips into inks
from the palette of life,
emotion of thoughts,
beauty of words synthesize,
in perfect harmony,
poetry takes its first breath!
Before the pandemic struck us, a typical scene from any city around the globe was very similar. At the end of a long day at work, a swarm of people would rush to the stations, their heads down, glued to their mobiles. Oblivious of their surroundings or fellow passengers, most of them would be immersed in work or on a call. Sapped of energy, they would chug along to reach home, every day, defining life, in its mundanity.
The pandemic brought the life’s train to a grinding halt. The sudden impact left man totally lost, throwing him completely off track. The lock down has to a great extent, initiated a change to his perspective on life and its meaning. All this time he was chasing a mirage, mistaking success for happiness, in the bargain turning a blind eye to those little things, that added value to life.
Today, man has slowed down the pace at which he is traversing on this journey of life. He has realised if his life’s train derails and its journey comes to an abrupt end, before reaching its last station, his pursuit for hollow victories may after all be in vain.
Life is a sojourn between birth and death. One should enjoy the beauty of the changing landscape, being present each moment, for each stop brings with it an experience, before its time for us to alight at the final destination.
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