The time that it was

 

Some looked out for words

Some befriended silence

Some lost faith in God

Some gained faith in themselves

Some gave up on the world

Some promised to never give in again

 

Time being time

Flew at its own pace

Slow for some

In haste for the others

 

Some survived the suffering

Some suffered the survival

 

A billion tears echoed

Retreating from the cosmic edge

 

For the universe is bigger

Than our biggest suffering

And we are a voiceless mass

In this deaf cosmos.

-P.

 

21/10/2020

I wrote this at a time when the pandemic was at its peak. Sometimes 'it is what it is' does wonders over how 'it should be' or 'it should have been'.

To me 2020 was a moment of collective vulnerability, a kind of lull that had brought humanity face to face with its raw self. All the grandiosity, inventions and artistic feats were warped within a question mark that screamed aloud one word: Survival. Survival might not have much value but it remains an essential prerequisite to all our dreams and visions. 

Those were the times when all I could afford to hum was Leonard Cohen's line:

"There's a crack, a crack in everything

That's how the light gets in...."

Love and light.

.....

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