100 Days of Corona
It's been a 100 days, but who's counting. Remember the last time I met you. Rather, I left. The memory is so blurred now, I don't even remember if I gave you a side hug or not. It's been a 100 days now. A 100 days of detoxification. A 100 days of not hearing from you. A 100 days of not writing to you. A 100 days of sleepless nights when I can't fall asleep without imagining you holding me.
As this world cries and dies bit by bit because of COVID-19, I feel it's a privilege to cry because of you. To cry for you. I am so blessed that I have not contracted this virus. Privileged that I am not carrying the grief of losing someone because of it. Last year it was Hepatitis for me, this year it's Corona for all. Amidst this chaos, I am dying to know if you're okay. Are you? Okay? Healthy?Happy? Content? In love? With her? Again? Miss me? Not yet? Will you? Ever?
I am finally at a stage in life wherein I have accepted that I will always be in love with you. You're the virus who infected me a few years back and my symptoms refuse to end. I am symptomatic! For reasons the scientists will never know. For reasons I will never know. I have these weird urges wherein I write to you from time to time. A song or a rhyme. All I've kept safely in my diary. The weight of my words is way beyond your comprehending capacity. Maybe one day, my words will make sense to you. Maybe one day, you'll open your heart to me. The bigger question is, would the world even make it till that day. As death and diseases lurk over, I am really uncertain if I'll ever get to see you again.
There are new people trying to be a part of my life, virtually though, amidst the lock down. But I am too busy being yours to fall for somebody new (quoting Arctic Monkeys). So if this world was really coming to an end, please put your ego aside and call me. We were friends too, right?! I made a promise to god, I am not allowed to reach out to you. But you can. So you do that. Hope the universe takes my message to you!
I wrote this and a million other poems for you. If I could tell you one last thing Nescafe ( yes, that's his name that I gave him, don't ask why), it would be-
It was real,
Like the stars above and the oceans so blue,
I never gave up on us,
I didn't give up on you!
Despite every unanswered text,
and every unanswered call.
I am still ready to give it my all.
If I could, I'd do it differently this time.
If I could, I'd hold you a little while longer.
If I could, I'd be a lot more stronger.
If I could, I'd pray you didn't leave.
If I could, I'd let you have the last bite.
If I could, I'd just avoid that meaningless fight.
But it's too late now,my love.
The world might be coming to an end.
Though I'd still like to hold on tight to the words-
We were not broken, just bent.
Honestly, it stopped hurting so bad.
They say,
that my eyes look a lot less sad.
However, there is just one last thing
that I want to say to you before we end the show.
In another life,
I'm never letting you go.
Not then, not ever.
For in the next life-
We're meant to be together!
Love (it just doesn't leave),
Aaliyah
As this world cries and dies bit by bit because of COVID-19, I feel it's a privilege to cry because of you. To cry for you. I am so blessed that I have not contracted this virus. Privileged that I am not carrying the grief of losing someone because of it. Last year it was Hepatitis for me, this year it's Corona for all. Amidst this chaos, I am dying to know if you're okay. Are you? Okay? Healthy?Happy? Content? In love? With her? Again? Miss me? Not yet? Will you? Ever?
I am finally at a stage in life wherein I have accepted that I will always be in love with you. You're the virus who infected me a few years back and my symptoms refuse to end. I am symptomatic! For reasons the scientists will never know. For reasons I will never know. I have these weird urges wherein I write to you from time to time. A song or a rhyme. All I've kept safely in my diary. The weight of my words is way beyond your comprehending capacity. Maybe one day, my words will make sense to you. Maybe one day, you'll open your heart to me. The bigger question is, would the world even make it till that day. As death and diseases lurk over, I am really uncertain if I'll ever get to see you again.
There are new people trying to be a part of my life, virtually though, amidst the lock down. But I am too busy being yours to fall for somebody new (quoting Arctic Monkeys). So if this world was really coming to an end, please put your ego aside and call me. We were friends too, right?! I made a promise to god, I am not allowed to reach out to you. But you can. So you do that. Hope the universe takes my message to you!
I wrote this and a million other poems for you. If I could tell you one last thing Nescafe ( yes, that's his name that I gave him, don't ask why), it would be-
It was real,
Like the stars above and the oceans so blue,
I never gave up on us,
I didn't give up on you!
Despite every unanswered text,
and every unanswered call.
I am still ready to give it my all.
If I could, I'd do it differently this time.
If I could, I'd hold you a little while longer.
If I could, I'd be a lot more stronger.
If I could, I'd pray you didn't leave.
If I could, I'd let you have the last bite.
If I could, I'd just avoid that meaningless fight.
But it's too late now,my love.
The world might be coming to an end.
Though I'd still like to hold on tight to the words-
We were not broken, just bent.
Honestly, it stopped hurting so bad.
They say,
that my eyes look a lot less sad.
However, there is just one last thing
that I want to say to you before we end the show.
In another life,
I'm never letting you go.
Not then, not ever.
For in the next life-
We're meant to be together!
Love (it just doesn't leave),
Aaliyah
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