Content Conquers

 Life is finite and the drama infinite Photo by Engin Akyurt Our life a blur And we are full of unnecessary fire and stir Our thinking warped, missing the core Incessant hate and trolling, slush flows Half of planet suffering is real and not a lore Others live a life of plenty-drollery and flummery galore Human consciousness gone to sleep and it snores Earth a sorry looking landscape far from a happy green fur World sundered by wars, calamities, and poverty- it’s frightfully sour Perfected the art of dehumanizing, shamelessly we roar With increase in cancel culture, othering, and slur Disillusionment and strife creep in, limbs and eyes sore Unable to shake off that languor Getting used to a slow burning world Completely in the chokehold of selfishness, there’s no elixir The residue of life remains, despair for evermore Thank you for reading!💚

  Some summers are magic                                               Photo by Ankur Khandelwal on Unsplash The sun is boiling and the heat unbearable. I’m staring at a longish hot summer ahead. Back in the day, I recall, I welcomed summer. Living in a valley surrounded by the Himalayas, summertime was a hoot. It came after a long, cold, and harsh winter. The blanket of clouds slowly split wide open to give us a clear view of the sparkling blue sky- the weather balmy and the air sweet. Ah! What a feeling! Tired of sitting mostly at home in the winter months, we couldn’t wait to go outdoors to make full use of the change in weather. Carpe diem. Since the summer temperature was mild, there was no need for air conditioners, not even ceiling fans. Just a humble table fan and we were good. We received ice-cold drinkable water spurting from taps. Thanks to the melting snow ...