Random_Thoughts

The abyss between bitter and sweet, Where poison is sprinkled on sweet, And the conceit is blend in bitter.   Thin line between love and lust, Where reel relations are on display, And real relations shy away.   Chasm between real and virtual, Where the emotes are felt from remote, And smiling eyes are rejected like a lethargic task.   Diffusing the cold war with proposed peace, Traumatized tales fizzle to please. Ravaged relations rest in peace.

Baptized as the second wave, Surge, spike, or some spooky plague. Hasten to conceal the scumbags’ scum, Watery graves is the new-found scam. Uncommon luxury is the common wood. Covid bodies robbed off burial ,dressed in hood. Ravine flows with discarded bodies. Raven and eagle rage for bones and bodies. Like a piecrust, the promise of death, Crumbled-up by the weakened wreath. Lost the privilege of just six feet, Stuck in bushy bushes, this was the fate.

Peeping out of the window, Here goes the majestic caravan, Of cats, dogs and squirrels. Hearken to the gated walls, Of containment zones and breathless balconies, Tweets, chirrups and coos bring buoyancy. I step into the windows of livelihood. Like a shield to virus, tips served to boost immunity. Covidiots sink in the saturation of humanity. Flouting beasts disguised as loyalists, Suck the men with shady deals, Of Remdesivir, Plasma and Oxygen beds. Floating bodies in ponds and lakes, Take the holy dip with algae and scum cakes. Unclaimed numbers sink without takes. Peeping out of the window, commotion of cylinders and folks. Langar is served in oxygen to panting men in masks. Withered hope and flourished despair, this too shall pass.

  Weapons, wealth and power paralyzed with terror. Pyres aching with human horror. Statues, idols, and monuments mourn the mortals. Politics halt and humanity works in progress. Shady dealings of oxygen by the leech. Confused hospitals and men beseech. Lapse or collapse of order. Blame the people or power. Air around and dearth of air. Apocalypse of bubble empire.