Tides
JIRARA
© JIRARA
Published by JIRARA
On Matrubharti June 2021
Disclaimer: All the disclaimers from my previous articles on Matrubharti are exactly applicable here.
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Tides
Those were the days of a kind of,
Lockdown, of a different kind,
Was called either lockout or blackout,
And our emotions were running high,
Our hearts were throbbing in unison,
There were no lights on around,
In the evenings,
There was fear of war,
The one of outside and one of inside,
Why inner was feared, I don't know,
There was fear of sinking in,
Unknown, that was yet to come,
Wanted but scared of experiencing,
There was a kind of push-pull of,
Emotions, thoughts and conventions,
And this lasted for several months,
And a time came, both merged in the,
Sheer darkness of deep black valleyies,
Which were spread across the domains,
Unexpected, unexpressed, unexplored,
The traverses were numerous, bumbpy,
Rough, sleepary, and at times full of,
Thorns, and yet their Earthenly smell,
That was so enchanting, rivetting that,
The union was not to get dislodged,
Hundreds of entangled vibes were,
Playing their own new and sweet,
Music that was never heard of,
And in that serene, and yet vibrant,
Environs the life grew more and more,
It flourished, it evolved, and became,
Mature, and respectful,
And greatly fulfilling, and fruitful.
***
And the tides started playing their,
Cruel games, the innocents were,
Caught in their wings that slapped,
Them mercilessly no fault of their own,
Unexpected, inexperienced things,
Of different kinds happened,
And the couple went into the coma,
Of undesirable ups and downs,
Untrained how to handle these ugly,
Vibrations and lived for several months,
The lives of sheer routines,
Sans happiness, sans joy,
Sans pleasures, to come out of it,
Much latter as the dirty and revenging,
Times receded their unpleasant tides,
Into their backyards, and the lives,
Of the members once again started,
On the path of recovery, greatly,
Wounded, yet still adorable,
Started a normal course of activities,
Attention to each other, unconditional,
Care, soothing affection, divine,
Kindness, and overpowering love,
And the life started bublling,
And hissing, and self-sustaining.
***
It was never clear what that 'soul' who,
Came legally, and even got separated,
Legally later in a short duration of time,
Wanted, and made their lives
miserable, may be not at all,
Intentionally, but inadvertently,
Yet, it was demeaning, unhonorable,
And one day it quit its 'play' here,
And went away from the lives of,
These people who regained their,
Consciousness and got resurrected,
Leaving behind the skeletons of,
Bygone events and unfulfilled desires,
And went away far and perhaps settled,
Elsewhere, I hope it does not repeat,
The history there.
***
Was it that the nature was trying to,
Teach something to them, train them,
For any future eventuality, it never,
Became clear what could it be,
The mysterious are the ways of,
The times, and their tides.
***
And now new lockdowns have started,
With their own jugaad, with tides now,
Ensuing from viruses and the infection,
The doses, and delays, no fresh air,
To breathe, the life of the planet,
Is taken to ransom, what the so called,
And greatly worshipped 'gods' for last,
Thousands of years want from their,
Own humans!
The life is at stake, the gullible are,
Crying, lamenting, and running around,
But the looters are as active or more,
Than earlier, the cheaters are still,
More bold, where their religion has,
Gone nobody can say anything,
The innocent public remains gasping,
For pure air, longing for helping hands,
That have become now too few,
Too less, where has the basic shame,
Sharam, lajja gone, are we really those,
Real Humans, or some new kinds of
People?
***
The fastest changing world is beyond,
Repair, beyond recognition, beyond,
Any respect, who wants to live,
In this treturous place, why and,
Whatfor?
All the promises have become,
Falshoods, treasuries have become,
Empty, shows have increased,
Realities have been hided, the ego is,
Still not conquered,
The life is struggling on to barely,
Survive, no messiah is voicing any,
Hopes, the poor and unprivileged are,
Hapeless, helpless, and are winding,
Themselves into the unrelenting,
Strokes of the new tides, and the,
Humanity is taught some new lessons,
For what and why, where will all this,
End nobody can prophes, even the,
Divinity seems to have lost the hope,
From its own creation.
***
A miracle should happen to resurrect,
The planet Earth and its vast families,
Else everything will merge into the,
Blackhole not far away in some corner,
Of the Cosmos, but here and here only,
On some some part of the Earth.
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