With an upsurge in Covid-19 cases it has become extremely important to follow basic protocols such as wearing face mask , washing hands regularly and staying home or maintaining proper social- physical distancing.
Today, write awareness slogans to amplify these protocols. Slogans are short, catchy statements raised to spread awareness for a good cause.
Jamie you know, people leave but places don't. They exist holding back all the memories, fragrances and stories. Jamie, do you remember, how we used to run away from the city every evening. When it rained, you used to look back to me and ask, "where?", I used to shout with all the air in my heart, "sky". We used to run until we caught the sun and until we fell off the horizon. And then you and me, we used to laugh, like two innocent kids falling in love. Jamie, you used to shift closer to me when the dusk fell in. A cloud of fireflies formed right up your head, and they used to look at us, while you settled your world in my lips. You used to hold me with every little air that crept between us as if this world was ours, as if we were the only children breathing. Jamie you touched my skin, growing closer with every inch, breathing with every inch of your skin. Jamie you drew a world in my skin, you drew a sunset which I adore, you drew a picture that screams love on my shoulder and it highlights on my darkest hours. Jamie, do you remember how you used to hold my hand when we strolled on Uncle Samuel's garden after physics tuition. You used to pluck daisy flowers that fell off the tree for an entire year and you sewed it in a tiara and wore it to me on my birthday. I smiled and smiled for the entire day. You used to walk me home where we ate pancakes and laughed about little things that made no sense to this world, until we went under the blanket and skipped hours of friendship in some effectively ruined part of the world. Your fingers would trace down the scars of my body and would make so much, it would make me forgive every existential regrets that pushed me down, it would hollow down all the weights that hunts me at night, and it would make me love you over and over again. You and me, we stayed, until the blankets felt like a piece of warm beach and your kisses bruised like the sea water. Your lips felt like Sandy sea shore and I totally sank in. Jamie, you and me, we made a world which we believed would be happier. We kept coming back to places we thought ended and we kept making it healthier. We reincarnated humanity which extincted into a sphere, and lived all of them, in a whole. Jamie, you and me, we made a playlist we sings "I was meant for loving you" at the next dawn after I suffer sleepless nights, the dawn where the sun shines brighter and birds at my attic chirp in a chorus. We made a sky where the wren roosts while returning to home, soaring higher than breaking prides. We cucconed everything we dreamed about. We knitted a sweater which smells of home and half burnt love letters. We bury hope in our chest and we soar higher in a world where love is about acceptance, where love is about holding on, to places, memories and fragrances, and not about people, because you know Jamie, people leave, but places don't.
Jamie you know, people leave but places don't, They exist holding back all the memories, Fragrances and Fragments of our time Walking along the moving life lines Often overlooking footprints we leave behind Only to reflect upon our journey eventually Albeit places, they witness many pilgrims Watching lovers collide for hours in its embrace How people interact with natural space Historical walls saw kings fall and empire rise, They survived disasters of all kinds Observing people throughout the time Their words can write jillion manuscripts Yet never be done about their memories To not obey this heritage means we disobey our past Likewise a home decipher your sombre and euphoria, It keeps recording your life within its walls Jamie you here, leaving so many places Yet Your old home remains stationary Remembering how you used to live. We walk miles along life lines for new things, Hoping to find solace somewhere seclusive But places persist in same ways and never leave Carrying all fragrances and Fragments of memories.
I am in the backyard disjointed and memories of you finds its way into me, like painful gangrene on bones. I've been trying to outstare the sun but ironically, I only shed molten wax for tears. Icarus deserved his fall.
The same sun isn't the same experience for all. While some burn and fall and become one with earth, some rise and thrive from its kisses.
Do not misunderstand me, I do not loathe Death. Death is as sure as the last nail that'll seal my coffin. I only loathe moments leading up to Death. Like your final missed call on my call log and the fact you'll leave me on a comma and a question mark.
Come back! I am not done yet! You've got something to say and I've got tea brewing in the kitchen. We will spill it all over a cup or two. No, Stay please! Where is closure when I need it? How hysterically funny is it for you to find me on my knees mumbling gibberish on God's holy altar? Collateral damage! I've got guilt stamped on my flesh.
Father! Father! I've sinned! I let a friend die a lonely death I turned blind to her flailing arms and the clocks on my wall don't move backwards! But hear me out! I was only too submerged and obsessed in my misery, I cradled it like a new born babe every day. Mercy! Where is absolution when I need it? Collateral damage! The guilt on my skin burns.
Tonight, I'll hold your funeral. I'll snort grief and embrace madness one final time. Clickety Clackety Stop! And tap to your elegiac rhythm, Twist Turn Twirl! Who needs water to drown when I can easily lose myself in tears and snoot?
Lately, I have been too apologetic to my mother. Every evening, I barge in through the main door, with my inability to stand straight; I tell her that I am sorry but that darkness suffocates me, more than the smoke; I have been adding to the same darkness.
With every sip of Hennessy burning my throat, I essentially discard myself away from a radiating path because, Mumma, I'm too paranoid of the light it promises to offer me. I tell you it was dark inside, It's darker outside. I wish to tell her more but her eyes and heart are too welled up to hear me anymore.
She thinks, only if I try harder, I can trail away from the dark snow. How do I tell her that I'm trying but it is succumbing me harder inside it, distorting my thoughts, dilating my pupil, and creating an unhealthy head space; similar to the time distortion and dilation, at the edge of a black hole.
I hear a chorus of delirium dawdling inside my dwindling mind, everytime someone smiles at me. Moreover, I see them mocking me, like I have ridiculed these words with wrong punctuations.
But it hardly matters when I know, I am but, a well intentioned nothing, who once raced with light and now, will be suffering in darkness all my life, regretting and apologizing until I sleep in the very grave, I dug for myself.
When the bubble of fibres bursts open It releases a being sugar coated With a pat on the back And a scream too shrill The tale of a new life begins.
Those little eyes are yet to twinkle Hid behind the epithelials and conjunctiva Preparing themselves to witness light A definition they knew possible Just after the pressure over their lids faded.
Their nostrils tightened To smell the world of men. Frightened for they are breathing Learning the whole process unknowingly Just striving.
Their ears once cleaned Now knows what mayhem is A word uttered didn't finish While another voice did proceed. Each nerve Concentrating.
Their skin now wears a scarlet tinge No colour defined no taboos implied. The pores learning the art of living To adjust among air and not a sticky fluid All purkinjes excited with mixed feelings.
Those little parted lips bears no teeth Takes lumps of air tries calibrating itself. Taking food by themselves for the first time Their tongues mastering the art to devour Squeaking through their larynx to call for food.
They try and turn,they twiddle and learn. Overhauling heir limbs beyond boundaries Tailoring their senses like an artist Rectifying mistakes, and repairing. Scuffling to be a human being.
//Tired after all these,they sleep. Each moment felt and lived in the photographs Each household preserved in the attics Inside that box where their tiny dresses are kept nearly//
The word "monologue" comes from the Greek words monos, which means “alone,” and logos, which means “speech.” It is a literary device used mostly in dramatic mediums like plays. It is basically a long speech given by a single character to express his or her thoughts and ideas aloud.
--Today, complete the following monologue--
" Jamie you know, people leave but places don't. They exist holding back all the memories, fragrances and…