The spotlight focuses on
an ensemble of ideas, incomplete tasks and memories,
that take center stage without an invite,
blaring their discordant voices.
With a conscious effort, I scat them away one by one,
much to my dismay, a multitude of others pop up.
The plethora of thoughts vying for attention
reverberates to a cacophonic din, unsettling my sanity.
I wish I had a CLOSE ALL tab in my brain
to shut down and restart it again!
Yesterday,
This was a view from my window
bustling life, honking cars, jostling crowds.
It narrated tales of people on the move,
and I loathed that cacophony.
Today,
A prisoner, within the walls of my home
I look at the eerie stillness of the deserted street.
The heart yearns to listen to sounds of hustle bustle
only to be greeted by the siren of the ambulance.
Tomorrow,
I pray that the new dawn is a harbinger of hope
bringing with it the gift of healing.
Life returns with its busyness
and this time,
I would welcome the cacophony!
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