the masks have always been there
the kinds we could never see
the smile with the sad eyes
the lips with fake promises
were all masks
but
I prefer the ones I am wearing now
against the virus
for
my expressions are no longer visible
and
the freedom to be me
is liberating
did she stop loving him
or
was she scared
of the hold
he was having
over her
summer sun go away
let the clouds bring rain
waiting for the rain dance
I survive by
weaving my way into the bylanes
of childhood memories
two pigeons
on an electric wire
holding onto life
bats spoiled the game
spread the awful pandemic
the cat hissed in anger
seasons change
mortals come and go
we stay quarantined
quarantine
behind closed doors
skeletons exist
without any care
under the crescent moon
lovers embrace
There was snow for miles together …icy cold winds freezing their faces through their army gear. Siachen was brutal, but more brutal were the enemy. The bravehearts had to protect their motherland. The soldiers could just see the enemy lines. Graupel hit hard as they marched on. the gloom of the whiteness stretched far and beyond. and then Bang! shattering the eerie silence…was it blood snow or blood…
sacrificing life
not a child’s game
motherland calls
