Things are not like before...
No one gathers to enjoy;
We converse through eyes
And hide our smiles...
We do not hug anymore;
our love has been reshaped...
We stand apart keeping a distance,
a piece of cloth covers our visages...
It’s been over a year trapped at home,
seeing the perilous disease spreading...
The deafening sounds of the ambulances
make me shiver, never like before...
The lanes are busy with crowds of corpses
people mourning for their beloveds...
The trucks carrying numerous cadavers,
pile them up in crematoriums...
The pandemic has altered this world;
happiness has faded away long ago...
Nobody says to be positive nowadays,
positive ones are kept isolated...
Categories:
crematoriums, change, cry, death, deep,
Form: Free verse
Living through long winter of northern India with nostalgic feelings of grace, peace, and comfort; traveling around to places where one could breathe a sigh of relief - ‘God’s own country’, Churches, temples, grave-yards, crematoriums - all imparting feelings as silent as silence itself and thus putting strength and vigor into an energy-drained-out body and mind until the spring creeps in and one reaches and wakes to the jubilations of flowers, birds and the whole of the Mother-Nature.
herbal breeze
little monks under sacred fig trees
Buddha smiles
Categories:
crematoriums, spring,
Form: Haibun
have you heard of the cloud appreciation society?
Jesus Christ
cloud spotters
points for clouds
you got ya stratocumulus
I just saw a cumulus congestus tower
thirty points for that
fifty-five points for stacked plates
kelvin-helmholtz
sundogs
rainbows
pyrocumulus
smoke from the kettle counts
one bloke submitted steam from his fried sausages
crematoriums are out I said
some of them disputed my evaluations
I've got the handbook I told them
I understand the science of the sky
one said we should have cloud spotting VAR
I told them sod it then
Categories:
crematoriums, humor, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Solitary sun in sapphire skies,
beams its rays upon Earth's radiance.
A tepid breeze flows between
daffodils and bluebells, gently rocking.
Spring is in the air,
yet streets remain silent.
Masked men in green suits,
bearing arms, patrol -
perturbed by unsought peace.
Anticipating unauthorised motions,
they wander past eerie emptiness -
sleeping theatres, picture less cinemas,
sober bars, childless schools and unfit gyms.
Silence is disrupted by military vehicles
occasionally startling their comrades.
Echoes of continuous coughs,
hidden behind closed curtains,
prevent even the obstinate ones,
admiring scents from rousing roses -
whose petals are not idle in isolation.
Industry of death is thriving -
undertakers undertaking, grave diggers digging.
Crematoriums fighting coffin carpenters -
whose sympathies are disguised by greed.
As humanity evolves into ashes.
In the midst of clean air,
mother nature smiles,
bathing in tranquil purity of serenity
the only fire burning is the sun.
Silent One
Simple Musing
22 March 2020
Categories:
crematoriums, angst, environment, hope, spring,
Form: Alliteration
My fatty neighbour two hours in a day
Trying to burn excess kilocalories.
I always advise him- " No worries,
There is for burning much better way.
But best of all, no doubt-crematoriums".
Categories:
crematoriums, funny,
Form: Free verse
Open fields
No farmer reaping corns
Eternal pastures
Bereft of grazers
Streets and avenues
Dead silence only broken by military convoys
Houses and apartments
Men hiding like mice
Schools and colleges
Momentary sirens
Graveyards and crematoriums
Bustling with the dead
That’s you, dear world, today
Categories:
crematoriums, anger,
Form: Free verse