Above this cloud of madness
flows a gentle cool breeze
drifting  away all the sadness
striped butterflies flapping at ease

sound of the waves are heard
once suppressed by the chaos
rhythmic crashing no longer weird
silent therapy broken by the gentle dose

If only one drowns deep can one taste
the salt can be the much needed sweet
where there is no emotion to waste
and only generous soul to greet.

She pinged him in the morning,
excited to relay her dream
they had met last night
over coffee and whipped cream
His smile could not be contained
within the mobile screen
while just twelve hours had passed
he texted her how long it had been
The couch looks so depressed
pillow flatter than ever before,
empty bowls of food lined up in front
late night love talks keep eyes sore
She did not care about her top and hair,
wearing a smile was just enough
the excitement of a video call
made both look lovely, although rough.
They chatted and took it slow
having all the time to let love grow
and just keep going with the flow.

The alarm wakes me up at seven,
I get ready to face another day,
with nowhere to go even
the whole day at first seems grey

But birds peep through the windows,
worried about the change in norm,
as the world goes through it's lows
I stay indoors during the invisible storm.

A sweet boredom clouds my mind
to maintain my sanity
I travel to any tranquil place I find
in my head and away from earth's gravity

I write, I paint, to go out I refrain
I hear the birds chirp, from my window ajar
I count the twinkles of that lonely star
I observe things I earlier looked in disdain


I try to pluck words from the new garden
where plants imbibe love of the sun
undisturbed, attended only by its own brethren
and my scattered thoughts do not cast shadows
while I watch another sunset at the horizon.