Rhythmic Rhymes

Negativity has worn the mask of Covid, Being positive is no longer good, Those infected are no longer just numbers, They have names and faces of people we know. Negativity has worn the mask of News, Newspaper and channels blaring all day long, Death, struggle, grief of millions of people, Everything around seems to be utter chaos. Negativity has worn the mask of media, WhatsApp, Insta, FB, Twitter nothing spared, All sources of relaxation have become emotionally taxing, Day to day issues have become too petty to be cared. Negativity has worn the mask of Fear, Of Covid, of isolation, of separation, of death, This time it seems more prominent and a lot stronger, It ravages hearts and souls subconsciously somewhere. Negativity itself is a mask, It hides all the positives, blessings and humanity, And u wish it could be removed as easily as the ones we wear, But this one seems to be staying on indefinitely.

I see the sun setting over the horizon, And the birds are flying home, A few people moving about the society campus, And rest is eerie, deafening silence. The 14 day exile I have been thrown into, With the silent empty house growing onto me, Forced to deal with all my thoughts and memories of happier days, Trying to drown my mind in chaos of work, movies, series and chats. It's strange how in the chaotic world, All that we long for are few moments of peace, Now there is too much peace around me,  And my heart and mind in total chaos. Covid as an illness seems to me more than physical, It's a test of emotional and mental strength, Forces you to deal with your own demons, your own company, And see if you give in to its magnitude or come out stronger in the challenge.