SELF-ISOLATION BANTER -3
‘Sleep became a distance wish’ I’m tired of sad visions dancing on the walls the moment I crawl on the bed. The time trickles, my mind goes blank as I lay awake writhing for that relaxed comfort, but the tired eyes and the beaten brain, locked up closer to three weeks, wouldn’t dole out a crashing sleep.
It’s the apparitional corona virus, the culprit, like a mad wild beast running all over leaving behind streets, states, countries grasping for time and breathe to count the dead bodies.
I wake up every day, like a prisoner, I take small steps; I push forward my body to breathe in the warm sunshine hanging in the late wintry breeze. Suddenly I rub my eyes and realize I’m a coronavirus detainee; hence my steps aren’t taking the confident strides. The last few weeks aren’t so kind, I faced and feared a lot of suffering and found endlessly burdened high on emotional anxiety. I couldn’t shake off feeling ashamed of the existential smallness of humankind against the killer of cosmic proportions – the coronavirus.
Two evenings back, amidst the chaos, I strolled across the long terrace. Looking up at the blue expanse, I was impressed by twilight shades and rich hues of Red spreading in the dark skies, quickly in one leap, holding my breath, I ran down to fetch my camera gear. Though hurriedly done, I wish you would enjoy the themes.
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