In the standstill car On a congested road I’d agitatedly change all the channels on the radio Only one wish on my lips Fucking traffic, why did it exist? Could it not just..disappear? I want to reach home I want all other cars to cease and desist. 45 minutes later I would reach home Where friends and Friends of friends have yet again gathered To overcome What is called a mid-week slump With cheap wine and take out food Same as the one we drank to beat the Monday blues Not to forget the weekend celebration Before that. And out loud i’d wonder 'Don't we have anything better to do?' And of course we don’t sleep on time We refuse to behave like adults “Adults are boring” So we sleep at 2 or 4 or Not at all. It doesn’t matter The sun is up and It’s time to roll We’d reach office Late or hung over Or on time just some times Wishing We didn’t have to come to work at all Wishing we didn’t have to interrupt The ball that was Last night. (lame) Fuck you, office The small talk The politics The smug boss. Yes thanks for paying the bills But still fuck you. Wishing if only there was enough time. empty hours Woven into endlessness to read all the books, To relish all the films English, Hindi and Korean And to be able to Just stay at home, Not because it’s a vacation But to actually live and Observe the eccentricities Known as parents Maybe even Raise a pet, who knows? and oh! Look! Magic. the traffic has gone The roads are deserted- Like no humans ever walked The surface of the World’s 2nd largest populated nation. And I must not go to office Neither today Nor in the foreseeable future. And I can’t remember The last time my friends gathered To celebrate a festival, let alone a “mid-week slump”. Hell, I even got a pet But There’s always a but In a magic trick gone wrong The not so pretty #BTS See, the hospitals are full So are the graveyards And the roads are deserted Because humans are in hiding From something their eyes can’t even see Let alone fathom And it’s got us good And while we sit in this tunnel on never ending time We have devoured all the books And movies - English, Hindi, Korean and French Yet mental health is only Something we read about in books. The roads are deserted because Most of the humanity is either doomed, dead or depressed. No it’s not a joke It’s definitely not funny. It’s true what that Greek old man once said- Be careful what you wish for.
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be careful what you wish for – not a cliche
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Lucid.
Remember the time
You said
You wished the time must
Freeze and
Froze it did
like a painting
like an ocean
like a clock stuck on 9
since ages
but was it only yesterday
when we were racing against time.
but even a stopped clock is
right
twice a day,
they say.
and as the clocks continued
to chime
the dust settled
under water
as it usually does
not withstanding the test of time
But the seasons have changed
And the winter is coming
But their is a warmth in
My heart
now that a quiet room
distracts me a little less
with the clothes hanging in the closet
the car sitting in the garage
the forgotten heels in the shoe rack
and the world falling apart
Silent as a grave
I know I am
right where I should be.
because you see,
the dust settled,
underneath the water
and the view
now is
lucid.
Shivi Writes 