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Lucy Houbart Jun 2020
And Eyes
drawn again
to the bird
On the clock
Ticking there
On the wall.
And it knows
it can fly
From its perch    
Out of here
From the lockdown.

It links
The outside.  
And points
From its perch
Take a trip
To outside
Out of lockdown.

And eyes
Drawn again
To the bird
On the clock.
To the bird
On the clock
We can fly!

Bird
From the clock
Fly!
Conor Martin Jun 2020
Walls of the Heart, Courting fear
When will normality let feelings prevail
Sober judge witnessing senses tell tall tales
Take this Boy away and throw him in Jail

Slamming Iron doors of Minds own creation
Emotional Embargo leads to its fragmentation
Guards of silent despise, A narrow slit slides
Demise makes good viewing for the Devil's eyes

Finger Nails, Clawing marks into stone, Counting days one by one
Reality is too far and gone, These anxious heights from which im thrown, Bruise the body and beat the soul

I cant wait to feel the sun
Burn upon my Mental flesh, malleable and Taught
The reminders of time
I'd rather forget
Tilly Jun 2020
("hello you, are you keeping safe?)
And the whole World stops, still,
instantly at peace,
You...
                             are remembering Us
.
                    A constant which
                 remains,                  
                        when all else is in flux.    

               ~In another time, I would not / should not reply~

You are with me, as I am with you.
Holding on, to the totally known
...

How,
or when,
those lovely words of yours
travel to find me doesn't matter;
I feel you...
in everything beautiful,
each and every day. Always,
with the heartfelt knowledge, you
feel that same connection also.

So beautifully, uniquely everything, of everythingly.
So rare, are we...                        
Your face on my pillow,
         The moon of your smile,
Those stars,    
                     the 'too many' reasons,
       Adventures...
              both wholesome,  
   and dreamt of.  
   Chocolate kisses.    
  Pebbles in pockets.        
Pink blue sunsets.            
A simpler World,                    
which fell away within a gaze.

Our secrets forever safe in our perfect. bubble, so preciously protected from the storm outside
.

~We will never meet another soul, as Us~

Yet,
watching such a beautiful man endure such turmoils, was so heartbreaking for your butterfly...
Even if,
she does understand
all the reasons why
you stayed...

I listened to your turmoil by the sea (the chaos effect of your butterfly was rippling throughout you)

We, hurt Us.

And of all the 'too many' reasons,

Our life...was so blissfully simple.
Those times, with our children,
were so precious;
Reducing Us to tears
[knowing our potential].

If, a butterflys' brief life was offered longevity;
In a heartbeat,
her wings would shine like diamond...
So strong for you
(& for the Us, of 6)

You would fall,
& I could catch you
.

That,
cannot
    be allowed
.

But you,
my darling man,
know this already...
[It is not a conversation you are ready to have,
there were no promises...
there are no answers...
the choice to let us go,
   was the right thing
].

Who knows where this path
- this new World - leads us
as our children stay closer,
grow wiser, & shout louder.
Perhaps,
they will teach us to be braver?
    Perhaps.                                           
O­n the other side of here?
        Here.                              
Where,    
    ­                             no matter what...
                             We do the right thing:

And where, together, we hear
the echo of a cracking heart
.

("You are adored, without question,")
is all you need to hear


>send
True...except for the words I didn't send
Naye Dashak ki shuruat thi
Ek hichak mere sath thi
Kuch acha hone wala hai
Ek sapna sach krwana hai
Nayi ye shuruat hai
Thame sab mera hath hai..


Par kuch or hi ghatne wala hai
Saya ek kala ana hai
Na khabar mujhe na duniya ko
Ab sb kuch thamne wala hai...


Tum rok lo Isko hone se
Tum rok lo khud ko khone se..


Parlay ka alam ban gya re
Tufan ghanna ye chaaya re...


Insaan kaide mein band hoga
Panchi khuli hawao mein
Anjana sa dar hoga
Bekhauf khuli in raahon mein...


Prakriti fir naya rang legi
Dukh apne sab har legi
Jo jakham die insano ne
Ab kalam nahi un hatho mein
Prakriti ka lekh nirala hai
Naya khel wo rachne wala hai..!!
Niyati Jun 2020
They always said 'Time changes things',
But this time 'submicroscopic infectious agent' changed everything.

Coffee at workstations, Hugging your close ones,
Your favorite pastimes, News channel's headlines,
Everything was changed in a blink,
Even before you could think.

No more you had a predetermined work-schedule,
And you were forced to cancel your tour.
Places to worship were shut,
And no restaurants were open to contaminate your gut.

But this pathogen has taught us some life lessons:
Family and relations are the most precious possessions,
Solitary confinement can bring in transformations,
We must value whatever we have on our plate,
We need to preach 'Humanity' and not hate.
Almighty has power to change everything that you have planned,
Humans, who considered themselves as 'Monarch of Mother Earth', are self banned.

This novel virus has killed many and has shut millions more inside with fear as their companion,
Its time to understand the value of compassion.

Yes, time has changed.
With locust band had moving in,
Cyclones devastating cities,
And humans losing their humanity.

Though this year has not turned the way we wanted,
But it has taught us great lessons for taking everything 'for granted'.
It has been a minute
Since I’ve last spilled my words
Every time I write
The lines blurred.

I tried to write about the countdown
Till I see another face again
About hugs, the front-liners, different battles,
The quarantine— when it’ll all end.

But every time I wrote
I was reminded of the truth
2020 hasn’t been all that smooth.

When I would write
A flood of feelings from the past
Told me that moment was
The first and the last.

It was hard to write about the future
Hope disguised as expectations
When reality bled through the sutures
Giving me palpitations— a figment of my imagination.

When I would write about the present
The pain that it came with,
People dying and front-liners crying,
Stupidity preaching the virus is a myth.

Writing poetry
Made me miss people even more,
The outside world
With anxiety kicking down my door.

So I escaped in dances
Music and exercise
Downing six white claws
Playing video games and the ukulele till sunrise.

Writing was my coping mechanism
But I couldn’t stomach this
So here I write, trying it all again
Hopefully it wont hurt as much as it did.
I am happy to be okay to write again.
Jayalalita Jun 2020
This quarantine teached us manythings,
Work can be done without going to office,
Importance of humans,
Food should not be wasted,
Teaching online,
How to value human beings,
Cleanliness is very important.
Yes, this quarantine teached us many Things.
--Jayalalita B Iyer
HTR Stevens Jun 2020
You can buy me silver, you can buy me gold,
You can buy all the treasure the world can hold.
All that you can give, your generosity may overflow
There is naught you can swap for my freedom - the answer is "no".
You can't have my sunshine, you can't have my rainbow,
You can't have my raindrops, the answer is still "no".
The world is my freedom, if I tread on no one's toes.
You who deprive me of freedom are my mortal foes.
You can't lock me up if I have done no wrong;
Injustice always reeks of a yucky pong.
The world is open to all who belong;
Not letting my freedom go for a song.
The sun is shining...I dance in the rain -
Freedom like glitter tingling thro' my vein.
Niyati May 2020
This lockdown has refashioned everything.

Not only our daily work schedules,
But reduction in pollution and demand of fuels.
Yes it made us shut our places to worship.
But has opened a window to evaluate our personal relationships.
Now queues outside restaurants and cinema is absent,
But we have got time to ponder on our future and relishing our present.

This lockdown has refashioned everything.

Definitely you cannot travel and be social,
But this has taught you to go 'Vocal for Local'.
Yes it has hampered the growth rate.
But now we value whatever we have on our plate.
We have been quarantined in our own homes,
But now we know life is more precious than thrones.

This lockdown has refashioned everything.
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