#lockdown

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  • bharathkoli 4h

    Haha... Don't lose hope, just turn around and sleep. When a tiny waterdroplet reflect/refract light, why cant I?
    #eat #sleep #binge #hope #lockdown

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    Stood standing clutching the gate while i saw strings that held up the sky in place. Those strings swayed east to west and it reminded me of something. Even the darkness can reflect the slightest light possible making a rain look like silver string, why can't it reflect my whole self.. I block loads of light infact
    ©bharathkoli

  • _lostsoul___ 1w

    Krlo yeh ailan phirse
    Yeh mukkadr hh humara
    Jisne hume yeh din hh dikhaya
    Glti ki humme se hi kisi ne
    Pr bhugta pure sansaar ne
    Dharti maa ki yeh pavan bhumi ne lia samaya abhi kitno k hhh
    Pehle hote the to "waqt hh sabka aata hh" log kaha krte the
    Pr ab to bewaqt maut ne apna jhanada lehraya hhh
    Lihaz karo ae insano...
    Thoda to reham karo
    Bhgwan se to nhi pr
    Apne jese insan se daro
    Ghr baitho or apne sath sath apne parivar ko bhi surakshit rakho.

    Pdhlo paigam phirse
    Krlo yeh ailan phirse
    Bado ko chod ab baccho me vaar hoga
    Vaccine ka tika bhi nhi laga
    Or immune ka kya hi haal hoga
    Bacche hh mann k sacche hh
    Nandaniya krte baat k thode kache
    Sambhalo to smbhale
    Nhi to nahi smjhe
    Krti hu vinti sbse
    Baitho sb apne ghr
    Nahi chodna koi ksr
    Postik khana or roz din vyayam krna
    Iss br lockdown ho ya nn ho
    Kripya ghr pe hi rehna.

    Maut ko kareeb se dekha h yarro apne parivar ko ankon k samne apne parivar k wo chehra dekha hh bhgwan n kare wo din kisi ko bhi mile jisme aap jio pr apka parivar apke sath n ho.
    Logo ne abhi apne maa baap bade bhai behen ko khoya pr ab baat bachho pe ayegi bhgwan n kare esi musibat ka apko samna krna pade kyunki maa baap apni jaan luta dete hai apne bacche ka bhavishya banane me pr toot k bikhr jaate h usko chot lagjane pe.

    #corona
    #lockdown
    #3wave
    #staysafe
    #stayhome
    #stayhealthy

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    Vinti

    Maa-Baap apni jaan luta dete hai apne bacche ka bhavishya banane me pr toot k bikhr jaate h usko chot lagjane pe.
    ©_lostsoul___

  • disha_sikka 2w

    उम्मीद

    थम गया था सब,
    पर समय नहीं थमा,
    छीन गया हम से,
    हमारे दो साल के खुशियो के पल।।

    घर बैठे हैं सब,
    पर आखों में उनके अलग ही नजारे चल रहे,
    दुकानदार की आखों में उसकी दुकान के नजारे,
    शिक्षक की आखों में उसका विद्यालय,
    तो बच्चों की आखों में खेल के मैदान,
    पर अंत में ये नजारे आसु बन कर बह जाते।

    घर बैठे हैं सब,
    नयी यादे बनाने की आस में,
    पुरानी यादों को ताजा कर रहे सब,
    पता नहीं कब होगा सब नॉर्मल,
    पर आस लगा कर बैठ रहे सब। ।

    उम्मीद तो टूटी है सब की,
    निराशा भी हुई है बहुत,
    पर एक किरण है आस की,
    भगवान में विश्वास की,
    कि एक दिन सब ठीक होगा।
    बाहर जायेगे हम भी,
    एक बार फिर यार सारे साथ होगे,
    हंसेंगे, गले भी मिलेगे सब,
    एक रात ऐसी जरूर होगी,
    जो बिन मास्क और सेनिटाईजर के होगी।।
    ©disha_sikka

  • arbaz_zahoor 2w

    #student of kashmir
    #lockdown since 8 July 2016

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    Our online education system

    A barmy online class,
    don't get even in a glass,
    Host seems ghost,
    And, the teaching like roast,
    My answers are rejected,
    I am distracted,
    Parents are worried,
    Education is burried,
    It's an caution,
    Even children's are wrapped by depression,
    No one is fit,
    For strokes hit,
    Don't want to be mature,
    Coz we lost our future,
    Books are dusty,
    Mind is empty,
    @Arbaz zahoor

  • waterlily2544 2w

    The Great Demarcation

    In the time of this terrible pandemic

    one born to earth by a virus bearing a hateful "crown"......

    I have wept for the sick and the dying, for those separated by thick plastic and protocol,for those who missed a life milestone, be it a graduation walk or a cheek to cheek dance at a senior homecoming, or holding the hand of a loved one slipping away to death's final touch.

    But the ones I weep for the most now are the children of the pandemic. The ones born after boarders closed, flights stilled, and we, citizens of the world, were silenced. Our roads empty, our parks barren, our sidewalks stilled in a chill felt in the marrow. 

    I weep for the pandemic children because "we" will forever be a "we" and "they" will forever be a "them" and nothing will ever bridge this gap that runs as cold and deep a raging  mountain river.

    I call the this "The Great Demarcation."

    Those born before the pandemic will have some unity of memory, a common frame of reference, a shared experience.

    Those born during the pandemic will never share these moments, these brief recollections; these experiences of the time before.

    Whether the years after the pandemic will prove better or worse, or a mixture of both, the children of the pandemic will know only one thing: 

    That "this" is how the world is, and to them, it will feel like it has been this way forever.

    We will all stand on opposite sides of the raging river, The Great Demarcation, and have barest understanding of what each other feels or why one group will forever endure the pain of memory “before” while the other group runs free and unburdened in a place where memory does not burn or bury us under a thousand "what ifs" and "I remember when."

    We can only go forth with love, forgiveness, and undiluted truth for we must do everything possible to ensure that there will never again be a "a once in a century pandemic." 

    It is the very least we can do for one another in the winding path of recovery that stretches far before us and into the celestial blue horizon.

    **************************

    This poem is dedicated to my grandnephew Westley, a true child of the pandemic.

    I'm sorry for the terrible mess of a dying world that we, your forebears, are leaving you, your brother and your cousins. 

    I hope one day you will find it in your heart to forgive us for we often truly didn't know what it was we were doing.

    But at least you were born into a large family who love you and welcomed you with open arms, despite a raging pandemic.

    May my name be lost to the time and tide of history. But may these words live on as part of our collective story as human beings, and as part of your family story.

    I write this on the eve of another full lockdown in one of Asia's greatest cities of the 21st century, thousands of kilometres away from you, never once having held you or seen. These facts are immutable. 

    My first lockdown was pure fear.
    This one, nothing but tired resignation. Perhaps I will survive and perhaps not. It doesn’t matter so long as the words survive. The story must always survive!

    If you can remember nothing else dear grandnephew, remember this:

    We are all together here. *Still*. Family is forever.

    Be calm and be at peace.

    Strive to be better than those of us who came before.








    Πηγαίνετε με αγάπη
    Πηγαίνετε με αγάπη
    Πηγαίνετε με αγάπη
    ~~από τη μεγάλη θεία σου
    ©waterlily2544

  • writometer_dp 2w

    Or Kesa Beeta Saal

    Or Kesa beeta saal,
    March ka mausam tha, Upcoming Cherry blossom tha,
    Exam hue the khatam, Covid ne kiya humpe sitam,

    Beet gaye dus maah, lag gaya chashma,
    Online padhai maano Everest Ki chadhai

    Lockdown me badhe bahut baal, dekho beet gaya pura saal,

    Bade bade hoth, bade bade gaal
    2021 hoga apna saal,

    School ki baaton ko rakhunga me yaad,
    Ab nahi sudhre to jeevan barbaad
    ©writometer_dp

  • sunshine_in_darkness 3w

    What this #pandemic, the #lockdown, work and future worries have me feeling :,)

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    Marching Band

    There's a rhythm to my everyday life
    Not like a symphony
    But a marching band
    Measuring my every step,
    Just the right distance,
    Just the right angle,
    Just the right push,
    Without taking a stop to breathe,
    Worrying what if I screw up the formation.

    It's a rut.
    The alarm clock sadistically enjoys
    Every new day which feels
    Exactly like the previous one.
    The darkness gives way to light
    And then the dance begins
    But not the kind that makes you
    Forget your worries
    It's my pen flirting with the boxes
    On my daily TDL

    Just words scratched on a paper
    But the power they wield
    Makes or breaks
    My day
    My week
    My month
    And then, I power off, reboot and restart
    To get in the same cycle
    Day in and day out

    So today, I took the last step
    To stop
    And as the marching band fades out
    A hush falls over me
    Like a cosy blanket,
    My head and my heart are in a constant battle
    I want to root for one
    But it is 3am and my eyes are puffy
    And when I picked up my pen
    For planning my "productive" day tomorrow
    I wrote this
    Words, that I love,
    Time, that I regret,
    Secrets, that I burried
    With the real me.

    ©sunshine_in_darkness

  • wizardofwords333 3w

    "Lockdown 2020"

    When did you last spent a grand evening with your family??
    When was the last day you shared a great laugh moment with the one who lives within these 4 walls?
    Yeah!! Hard to remember?
    In the mid when everyone is cursing Lockdown
    Yeah the Lockdown that is a major healer of the long lost relationship!
    Healer of the bond that was at loss of words for years
    Our Mother Nature has taught us the greatest lesson
    What you sow, shall you reap.
    It has shed the garb of what you call a "human situation"
    Crossing the boundaries has its own repurcussions
    The deserted places says it all.
    Isolated roads.. Home to animals
    Video calls holds the glamor
    Everyone a "masterchef" newly recognized talent
    The paparazzi bitten by the "mighty bug"
    Upholding Self pampering
    A soul on exploration of self.. A new flight
    Never knew the always stern faced father had a cool side
    Never knew the neighbors actually just babbles
    Never knew watching the soothing moon was my new favorite hobby
    Never knew wind overflowing the face is akin to a heavenly pleasure
    Never knew that
    "hafte mein 4 shanivaar hone chahiye" will be a reality one day!
    Never knew being the witness to endless chirpings could be a healer to the bruised heart
    When did you last witnessed the setting sun with a cup of hot chocolate?
    When did you last lend ear to the burstling of the leaves?
    We don't even remember
    I lately realized
    We aren't living
    We are letting the time pass
    Choked in deadlines and impenetrable route through those files to soothing existence
    Is this a fear of existential crisis??
    Nopes ..we willingly adapt to it
    The dancing peacock on the roads emblem of Freedom
    While the nature is healing so should we
    Lockdown is a blessing
    Tribute to the lost lives
    A new world is waving
    The healed earth is ready to embrace
    Restoration of the bruised world
    Everything is falling at place
    Lesson learned:
    nature -"the healer"
    nature -"the destroyer"
    ©wizardofwords333

  • nuances_in_life 3w

    I don't speak bad words
    I don't criticize others
    I don't hate anyone
    We humans still exist.
    ©nuances_in_life

  • nuances_in_life 3w

    Come on!
    You are better than this
    ©nuances_in_life

  • nuances_in_life 3w

    Just because I don't love you doesn't mean I hate you.
    ©nuances_in_life

  • nuances_in_life 3w

    Focus on gain
    Not on pain
    ©nuances_in_life

  • nuances_in_life 3w

    Follow rituals
    which
    enchances you
    don't follow rituals
    which
    demolishes you.
    ©nuances_in_life

  • nuances_in_life 3w

    Yeah!
    I live under selfish politics
    and never decreasing pollution.
    I'm not a solider
    But
    I still love my country.
    ©nuances_in_life

  • james_taumas 3w

    Lockdown end

    Solitary with trimmings
    Contacts on computer screen
    World through a window
    Bathed in binging
    Online merchants profit
    Dark clouds materialise
    Days swirling and melding
    Black calendar daze
    Veil lifts
    Doors wide open
    Breathe back in humanity.

    ©james_taumas

  • follow_the_word 4w

    Dear dairy
    Today I visted the planet earth It's look really beautiful and amazing. And I'm very excited to travel on the earth when I started travel I notice that some of the places are beautiful and developed with highly technology but some of places are still facing the poverty, racism, castism..
    Humans are really became so rude and horrible I just get startled by their events and I got the exact answer why mother earth is crying.humans become so greed with no humanity , humans cutting down the trees and constructing new plants.. I thought humankind to capture and document everything before it all disappears..lives of people on earth become poisoned life no longer greets the dawn With raucous sounds that death has caused to quit?
    I now can hear the mother say,
    "I was once called Earth.
    But now, bereft of mirth, I weep.
    That treeless orb's no longer Earth����
    #visit#wod#pod#earth#lockdown#life#writersnetwok
    @mirakee@mirquill@writersnetwork

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    Vist to earth

    ©follow_the_word

  • caesarborgia 4w

    লকডাউন থেকে

    আছো কি কেউ? শুনতে পারছো আমার কথা?
    এই ঘরে আমি বন্দী, চারপাশে শুধু ইঁট গাঁথা।
    কেউ দরজা খুলে করো আমায় উদ্ধার!
    আটকে আছি আমি, হারিয়েছি শক্তি লড়বার।

    কেউ কি আছো? বাঁচাও আমায়।
    বন্ধ ঘরে আমার দম বন্ধ হয়ে আসে প্রায়।
    কেউকি শুনতে পারছনা আমার আর্তনাদ?
    কেনো করেছো এমন আঘাত।

    কেউ কি আছো? দয়া করে উত্তর দাও!
    আজ কতদিন আমি এই বন্ধ ঘরে বসে।
    নেইকো কোনো খাবার কিছু, কাঁদি আমি হাউ মাউ।
    দরজা ধাক্কাই রোজ, হাত যাচ্ছে খসে।

    কেউ কি আছো? শোনো আমার কথা।
    খোলো এই বন্ধ দরজা, আমি বেরুতে চাই।
    কেউ কি আমায় নিয়ে ঘামাবেনা আর মাথা?
    আর কি আমার মুক্তি নাই?
    — কৌস্তুভ ভঞ্জ চৌধুরী
    ©caesarborgia

  • tspradeeka 5w

    CAN'T_ROL

    ___________________________________


    You have the rights to decide whether to be controlled or not.

    But...

    You don't have the rights to control anyone.


    ©tspradeeka

  • roel_gonz 4w

    Behind this linear
    steel of agony
    Ray of light seemingly
    peeking in the dark room of doom
    Silence is the only
    companion through the years
    Painted wall of illusions,
    dates edges flux
    Justice seemed far
    from reachable like
    the stars in the sky
    Prayers are the only
    escape in this hell bound place
    What I've done to deserve this...
    ©roel_gonz

  • jubikasharma 59w

    नीचे पानी में कुछ जश्न सा मन रहा है।
    वो अब चैन से सांस ले पा रहे है।
    उन्हें खाने के नाम पर कचरे वाला ज़हर अब निगलना नहीं पड़ रहा है।
    चिड़िया भी अब कुछ ज़्यादा चहचहाने लगी है।
    खिले फूलो और पेड़ों को देखकर , कोयल की फिर से गीतों में रुचि हो गई है।
    जानवरों को जंगल अब अपना घर लगने लगा है।
    शेर एक बार फिर जंगल का राजा हुआ है।
    कहीं दूर पहाड़ों पर कुदरत फिर बस गई है।
    इंसान कुछ दिन थम क्या गए , यह सारी दुनिया संवरने में लगी है।
    आकाश , ज़मीन , जल हर दिशा में एक स्वस्थ जीवन की आशा सबके मन में उमड़ गई है।

    - जुबिका