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The past few Months

The past few months have been odd,
An acceptance of the new norm has still not dawned upon.
Days and Nights and Dusks and dawns,
Spring and Autumn have come and gone.
I sit. Still.
Solitude, they say
Takes time to make its way.
But hadn’t it started to look better?
The streets were bustling more than ever!
The leaves,
Crimson yellow and all its hues,
Danced around as the cold wind blew.
Then came the winters.
Days were shorter and quieter,
And things were again,
back to the way we have been taught
to adhere,
as it had happened the very first time.
The streets are empty, deserted by nine,
The shops are all closed, we are again confined.
But oh! you can go for a walk or to work,
As long as you have a mask tucked up.
It has been long,
Long since the sun had shone,
Every branch and grass of every inch,
Till a few days back were covered in silver tinge. 
Don’t get me wrong,
If it has started to sound a bit gloomy all along,
After all, I haven’t seen the sun
nor the very many people,
who would keep me company and make me warm.
There have been days, there still are,
when I am on the phone and talk all day long,
Yet it is not long enough to replace
the smiles and warmth and hugs and laughter
and the joy of having meals together.
To those of you who have kept me sane,
I owe you gratitude and pending hugs till we meet again!
Know that it is difficult for all of us,
Burdened and struggling by our own fights.
But the least we can do is to be there for each other,
Be a light of hope and add that happy color.
I often tell myself-
That the skies will clear soon,
The sun will be out anew,
And in no time the flowers will be in full bloom.
And then we will meet,
and walk and walk a little longer,
and do all the stuff that has been piling up forever.








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  1. So heart warming. Love your spirit. We will surely meet soon

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  2. Beautifully presented.. loved it.

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