I see red

There is no doubt, 

the world is filled with a myriad of nincompoops

Today's world especially. 

I heard a right winger legit swing these words on National Television

"The older generation must sacrifice their lives for the sake of the economy"

NINCOMPOOP! 

I see red everywhere, 

but this sunday morning I have decided to take the all appeasing blue

a bold one nonetheless 

and paint YOU COULD GET CORONA TOO.

Don't be that idiot who thinks 

the virus will swing by you 

and not harm you. 

Not too old

too smart

too insignificant 

for the cornea less corona. 

But you can definitely be too stupid. 

Can't believe this is the gift 

I am getting for my well deserved retirement.

Teaching common sense to the so called well educated generation.

You can balance work with a life only when you have a life.

You might think I am being Captain Obvious

but that has what it has come down to really. 

Simple, rudimentary, life saving instructions

which we somehow are incapable of  listening to it seems!

Maybe I should just use the red paint after all.

Core questions

 

What separates the good from the bad person?
His actions in the time of crisis, even if the crisis itself was probably caused by him. Will be  my short answer.

Those who turn a blind eye or like a popular tamil saying -  close their eyes and believe the world is dark are the worst kind of people. I was for better or worse involved in an accident today. I had people from the crowd come and tell the person (who was staying back to help the guy he injured) to run away or else he will get in trouble.

What more trouble can be cause if you run away is my next question?

Morally, your conscience will eat you up. Practically, we have CCTV cameras watching our every move. And humanly I do not know how you can leave a man for the dead and just drive on.

Maybe that is what ‘self preservation’ is all about. Isolated individuals escaping detention and infecting hundreds. Those who are worried about getting infected creating a new pandemic by taking all products away from the market shelf.

Maybe it all comes to our 2 basic instincts? The fight or flee one ofcourse. By fleeing we are by no means freeing ourselves. We submit ourselves to the hysteria of the moment. We are letting the moment defeat us. Shouldn’t we be slaying every moment by making the best choices on the ground?

I know it is easier said than done. But weirdly enough the call of the moment seems to be that all of us should be together, by isolating ourselves physically, but be an unified front mentally and emotionally combat this new unknown threat.

It is unique in the sense that we need to operate alone to work well as an unit. By guarding our self we are are protecting the whole. But many still choose to make the wrong choices and worsen the deal for everyone else! This post is for such people.

If you are a doctor, journalist covering corona on the ground or just a kindred spirit. Thank you so much for this support! Have a great day.

Sweet Surrender

Give up!

Trying to fight the great inevitability

of death, pain and loss.

Given in to the memories of yesterday

Crashing into your consciousness

Like waves on a no moon day

Luring you into the bottomless ocean

Why walk on water?

When you can sleep on the ocean floor

Squarepants and what not.

Silver Linings Playbook

By Samyuktha J

Once upon a time

she did give a damn.

She reacted to every crime

On every page of that depressing newspaper.

The creases on that paper

Started residing on her forehead &

 the corners of her mouth

Her smiles few and far between

Had the air of melancholy

Of a loss felt before it was born.

She grew apart from her people

Better than to fall apart she would say.

Then one day I saw her at Joe’s and shocked to hear her sing

Once upon a time

I did give a damn.

Now I would rather dine on my dime

And definitely some more wine.

Life is too short and my dog’s life shorter

Can’t waste any on things that I cannot change

And definitely not on things designed to make me cringe

Salut and Bon Apetit!

My inquisitive eyes were question enough

She smiled a benign smile

Her eyes crinkled with joy.

“One Sunday morning

I was reading the paper in no man’s land

I didn’t feel the heat nor the beauty of what was around me

Nor did I feel my loneliness or the danger surrounding me

I was feeling older than my age and carrying the burden of the world

When I suddenly looked out of the paper

And saw a wolf in front of me.

Peaceful and wise staring at me

I found beauty in the beast

And possibilities of violence

If I moved too much.

Then I Realized the whole point of my life

Was to look at him ,

look at what was around me

And not darned piece of paper!

I tore it to pieces and was searching for a dustbin in that wasteland

And when I turned back he wasn’t there anymore

But atleast I was."

I smiled. 

 I know she did give a damn

but this time

To what really mattered

To what was in front of her

Life~

Written for the sunday muse

Bottle Tree

Alas! 

I am just a glass bottle hanging from a tree, 

oscillating in an orbit of pain

to the tune of my circumstances.

My emotions are somewhere sealed

inside that airtight bottle,

I think they are transparent

But ofcourse!

They are actually invisible to the onlooker.

And he asks,

What are you a glass bottle doing

clinging on to a bare tree?

I'm better off with my fellow bottle mates.

But once our paths collide,

Won't we just crash and break 

and let loose that noxious subtance 

which man calls love and

I call pain?

Written for Sunday muse's picture prompt.