Life was simple with everything familiar. With a surfeit of information from TV & Internet, life became walled into many compartments. My creative on this as “familiar”.
Being ordinary is a blessing, I realised after an intense experience. Penned as a crisp 28-word brevity poem “Ordinary”.
Softly he caressed her
She opened her heart
He gently stroked
Face shattered and swollen
Immobile at ICU bed
Wired, tubed, I let go everything
Mindful, time stretched infinite
I saw Paradise
I guess namma citizens in Bengaluru are happy. “At last I am back where I belong, in the traffic jam.” The waits at signals are getting longer, the city is getting back to norma.
silicon social distancing in traffic – solpa adjust maadi Saar (please adjust Sir).
Guess citizens in Bengaluru must have heard a loud bang around 1:30PM. Earthquake? Sonic boom?
Hmmm, methinks it is 20 lakh crore coronas crashing down. Naavu athmanirbhar.
We citizens in Bengaluru heard a massive boom today afternoon.Thought it was the economic boom due to 20L crore infusion. Cha just missed, looks more like sonic boom.
A 20 word brevity poem “into heaven” written for a contest at Allpoetry.com based on the prompt “Tumour”. Happy it was judged Gold.
“Never thought that a non-living virus
would take away the care and loving
Never imagined that an invisible savage
could cause such collateral damage
Never fanthomed the great migration
would occur due to extreme frustration”
My feeling that “It is not just money in trillions, it is about feeling for the minions”, expressed in the creative “Charts to Hearts”.
“So inspired were software developers by PM’s speech that they changed all the global variables to local variables” someone said.
I responded with “So object oriented they became that all their methods were folded into self->f()”