Ephemeral brainwaves

The unlucky thirteenth they say. Removing from the way, And abolishing the magic, That might not have been tragic. On the the fourteenth before Easter. With all the courage I could muster, Fighting to leave and salavage, That might not have been savage. By the fifteenth connections were built. And how you and I had started to melt. It felt like too soon for everything that might not have been a fling. The dates from here now jumble, As our feelings we mumble. Texts, calls, and meetings follow That might not have been hollow.

As the raindrops fall on dry concrete floor, Watch the circular spots merge into whole. How quickly the patterns are formed and  how ephemeral is their existence, Just like the glistening drops on thy lens. As the rain the sky gets filled with the hues of blue again, Look at the spirals and the eddies that form. When you swirl your finger in that puddle created after that storm. Shapes of galaxies far away appear the same, Bringing back the universe to you in your frame. By holding onto this moment of bliss, Make sure that this sense of belonging you do not miss.

Like that non existent face, I was the third person always on hold. Be it in real or virtual space, That's how all the stories unfold. Being lied and cheated, For my own good. To being used and hated, As you changed your mood. You gathered courage at times, To speak out your mind. At other times cowered back and whined, When you forgot to be kind. Whys and whats could never be answered, Only the silent agony would remain. As I would try to get these memories blasted, Trust me to give you all that was refrained. Deep within you will wither and cry. Like all those nights that I held my heart. This pain would never stop whatsoever you try, Not even forgiveness would give you a fresh start. Deceit and lies are what you would find, Along with distraction and neglect. I wish you to be the third person in your mind, Whenever you choose to play your life's narrative on select.

While the humanity fights their battle with a virus, There is a war raging within humans that is mindless. Adversity and crisis brings out the best in people, and also the worst, but it may not be that simple. Fighting within themselves are human minds, Between what they feel versus what is told to be right. Holding back the negativity, insecurity and jealousy, During the times of a pandemic may not be a priority. Let those emotions roll in full swing this time, Because later you'll be left only with that slime. Regret and guilt won't do much good once all this will be over. It wouldn't be easy when your deeds in sleep will hover.

Kept questioning myself at each step, Making myself think that I didn't need any help. All those instances that made me overwhelmed, Got registered as only to have been dreamt. Longing to be understood at each step, Making myself think that it was I who misstepped. What was scarier than the nightmares themselves, Was the fear of not being able to realise the reality itself.

The masks kept coming apart, The childhood friend and the brother at heart. Piercing through thy chest again, Came back those fears of being vain. Shrieking voices of the past, Resound their chiming that lasts, Breaking open the memories locked, Unopened for thy fear of being mocked. Love comes in multi forms, Transcending from all people in this storm. Masked faces and gloved hands, Couldn't hide the real spirit of humanity's stand. Spilling emotions to overcome panic, Caresses from afar too can weave magic. Rising and soaring up above all, Malice and evil come to stall. Conspiracy theorists forget the mastermind. It was always against us and nature's kind. Wars that raged in the past couldn't answer yet, Questions that time and again brought humanity to detest.