It crushes my soul and bleeds my heart, Like I can’t breath and survive another minute, Seeing you here, stuck and lost, Waiting for the door to open, For someone to let you out, To the world outside, to your natural self, Embracing life as you know it.
I feel your pain choking my throat, My eyes welling up from an unfamiliar sorrow, Unknown and strange are my thoughts, With the tears I shed for you, no matter the hate.
Scared and hopeless, you and me, I open the door through the fear, Knowing its only for you and for you to never return, And for me to be here without respite. Sans your sorrow, does mine diminish ever? How would you know, after all you are a dog!
These days have been about masks and PPEs. All in an attempt to protect ourselves from an unknown (do we know it yet, really?) enemy. The way I see it, what came in handy with these masks is the fall of facades. There’s no compulsion to smile broadly, or acknowledge an acquaintance. Not even an attempt to hide a frown. The mask does it all for you. The ease of covering up all that you feel or forced to express. Does sound like a blessing in disguise, doesn’t it?
The above is a write-up from a while ago when Covid-19 was still ‘news’. Somehow, I was convinced to find a silver-lining even in those dark times (maybe not entirely silver – let’s settle with bronze!). Over the past few months, however, the wave of optimism died a slow painful death. Work was growing beyond acceptable limits, friends grew further away with almost no see and less talk – life was stalling in short. When all else fails, you turn to family. But for me, that also failed when they threw my fancy dinner suggestion out of the window. So yeah, New Year’s Eve is a complete flop. Rather, it almost was. And suddenly, it rained! And in that instant, everything changed for me. The drizzle, the fragrance of the earth and the gentle breeze! New year is always new hope, no matter how clichéd it may sound. Happy New Year! To new beginnings!
The deliberate will not take sides, will be impartial and consult the men of law (before judging) – such is the way to ensure justice.
It was a purely random flip of a page verse, but is invariably relevant in the world of today. The Kural is “Thirukural” for its omniscience and ever growing relevance after all! Continuing my sojourn of exploring the words of wisdom, see you often with such insightful verses.