I’m trapped within my bedroom walls,
With days turning into weeks and time slipping from us all.
Every day blindly following a purposeless routine,
Every night solemnly watching the tragic news on the screen.
I watch as the whole world breathes a heavy sigh,
But we must remain hopeful - help is nearby.

Though how I long to be outside again basking in the warm sunlight,
The rays emitting a kaleidoscope of colours creating a truly beautiful sight.
I reminisce my runs through miles of luscious grassy grounds,
Immersed in nature’s alluring symphony of sounds.
How I’ve taken all those times for granted before,
Now all I see in front of me is my dusty wooden door.

I peer out my window into the bleary sky,
And see a rare sign of life - a majestic eagle soaring up high.
I pray that I too could be up in that misty cloud,
Floating through the skies - free and proud.
Visiting my friends and family hundreds of miles away,
How I hope they’re all safe and doing okay…

But instead I’m trapped within my bedroom walls,
And so are millions of others in this world so small.
While heroic doctors and nurses battle to save lives,
We must be hopeful and pray that the world survives.

Let this be a wake up call,
Stay at home so we can save us all.
Because if you do the day will come when we’re finally set free,
But never forget this period of our lives that’ll shape us for years to be.

...
children never got
as much attention

bedrooms never got
cleaned up as much

we never read as much

friends never thought so much
about each other

beaches never got
walked on as much

we never looked as much
at each other

and dogs never got
walked as much

as they do
in these quarantine times

The world is sleeping
under the covers of a silent night.
The stars are peeping
from the recesses of a languid sky,
musing about the unusual calm of an
else boisterous planet.
The night air ridden of its usual clamor, seems to sing a silent eulogy
to all those lost lives.
While,
we humans try to maintain
a facade of calm
masking our ruffled insides,
as we catch on to the air of edginess surrounding us.
Apart from the gentle rustle of the trees and the occasional bark of a dog,
even the cacophony of the birds and insects has died down,
as every living thing is hushed.
They lie in a drugged slumber.
Along with sun up, rises the anticipation of yet another day,
as we feverishly repeat
the actions of the previous day,
with an undercurrent of
self righteousness.
Comical!
This abides day after day.
Amen.

Think of your favourite place.
I think mine would be the grassy downs
Where you’ll see a kestrel hovering,
Where I’m guaranteed an hour of peace,
Where in summer dandelion clocks
Sway silhouetted against
A golden sun.
Where I’ll be home.

perhaps
a sudden
flash of movement
as they pace
back and forth
or
a glimpse
of
a head
           a shoulder
                           an arm
as they bend
to their food
it's quite common
to see them
from behind
while their attention
is focused on something
bright
and colourful

it is not always possible
to see the inhabitants
of each enclosure
but
rest assured
they are in there
somewhere

may i suggest returning
at 8 o'clock on Thursday?

I thought my eyes would burn.

Its been a month and more
Since I stepped outside.
Forgot what it feels like
To have the sky overhead.

Its been days
Since the rays of the sun
Poured into my room.
What with untimely rains
And sandstorms.

Today, as my room lit up
With the yellow bright sun.
I stepped into it.
And looked outside my window.

I thought my eyes would burn.
Compel me to shut them.

But instead, I joyously stared
Like they have been craving
For that bright heat.
The yellow light.
The clear sky.

can't get out of the house
can't get out of my head
nothing to be said
no need to leave my bed
what a day
flipping hay
what to do
what to say
could pick up food
but to save money
we stay
inside my mind
a constant rhyme
a song plays on
repeat on
this line
straight on
again find myself
a slap of butter stick
melt me on repeat
into these sheets
turn up the heat
feeling weak i finally speak
up on what's
going on
inside is the world
I carry on  
with this poem