The Corona Virus

This chaos, my dear, leads to tumult

Of the churning mind on soft pillow

Pulling all images to smack

With just a gust of strange bang

Of the virus that impelled the mankind

To play hide and seek.

Humans are hidden in their dens

Day and night

Night and day

Peeping out of the windows to behold

The rising and falling of the sun

And the hottest blow of arid air

That squeezes out the saved oomph

That once propelled to lurk

Amidst the meandering rills.

Patient less oozing tarnishes the inner force

Day by day & night by night

In the gully of the lone balcony.

Unspoken tales are mimicked and forlorn

On the concrete terrace by the evening

With no evidence of smile.

We wait day long for the evening to fall

To babble to some known faces

About the battle we overcome oft

Fighting with the rumble of exult.

This day shall pass, my dear,

With a bash of bliss waiting ahead

To have a giant leap in the annals

Of humanity we ever love to rejoice.

©Composed by M K Mishra

Rommel, O Rommel

Rommel Shunmugum lurks
With his hanging camera
Through out the year
Spotting for evident pose
Of effeminate lustre
Like a rumbling stone
And settles around the corners
On the haunches reposed
With the fingers in motion
To capture the breathing lives.

He goes wild in rainy season
For it calls him to embrace
The myriad murmuring beauty.
In winter he winks with squeaks
To shoot the dancing ebbs.
The summer calls him to hibernate
For he rejuvenates his lost soul.

His squeaky walks frightens
The croaking frogs in rain
And curly hairs settle on his ramparts
Through the round glass.
His searching eyes spot
The eloquence moving around.
He laughs but in loneliness
Once in a year on Christmas.

Rommel, O Rommel
Shrug the shoulder
With the friends in fifties.
Time spares none as gust does.
We mortals grow older soon.
None can predict tomorrow.
A decade will fetch us in sixties
And the uncertainty will roar
On beguile to drag us to the shore.

©Composed by M K Mishra