It hass been a while,
I stayed off the writing to get from healing
I needed to get away from the darkness
but the darkness was the hiding place
this scribble is my flailing to get back
and thus keep me in the Now for that while longer
the other attempts were all about running away.
while the writing as I know it was always about coming back
And this time too, though I could only find time in the time of Corona
it was enforced that we stay home
There is calm in it, and there still is an ache
of a work-life that brings stress even as they talk otherwise
writing would take me to where I think
is the path of one’s being
where the roads that you didn’t know existed
and whisper your name
well, these few sentences does keep me on the
keys that ink, which will try and spell out
what i grope for to find in this ebbing life, from darkness
to lift me out into this world again.
the world is a bleak place now
no no not just in my mind, no not anymore
the physical world is perishing into a new life
oh yes, this time it’s claiming humans
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i grapple with thoughts of love;
about who loves me and who do i love
the whispers over the gloom from a land far away
a few wafts of music to bind and assure us for now
Behaviour of people at work is terse, the virus has unleashed fear
and the cure perhaps was to move towards humanity
but the practice seems to be to reach it going the other way
as right in theory as Columbus’ of getting east traveling west
The home scene mightn’t be any good either
there is food for now, and enough sleep
but no engagement with the crisis that wandering the streets outside our door
and i lean on the lord to keep his miracles working just for me and mine.
28 Mar 2020
whispers,rants and murmers 