Everyday Little Things.



[10]
Numbers now are
more than just mathematics
They're lives and deaths.
They're survivors.

[9]
It's watching the sky steadily spill out 
a salmon spread, 
seems like setting the sun asleep
after another awful day.

[8]
Now that we wake up to no alarms,
but to nothingness.
Monday morning blues on a break
or are they prolonged until long.

[7]
How home isn't just bricks and walls,
It's the people within. 
Baking cakes and family dining,
counting numbers, jointly.

[6]
For how the screens hold us 
wholly exhausted and agitated.
Many parted from loved ones,
longing for their warmest hugs.

[5]
It's walks not across the streets.
But cherishing old Polaroids
Gloomy songs on loop,
The scents of beloved still afresh.

[3]
SKIP is all we wish for now.
Unaware if the nations
Are holding diplomatic debates
or plotting strategies to end it all.

[2]
It's //We are all in this, together.//
Firing rockets and flashlights
Appreciating hardest of efforts
or just brushing them off.

[1]
For I think a million of such little things 
often go unnoticed or un-admitted.
It's these moments that complete me,
That complete you.

ZERO.
Even with the slightest of hopes,
Hold on.
'Cause that's how these little things
tend to disappear in the end.
                               
                                                                           - J.

Comments

  1. SRAAVAN4/9/20, 2:00 PM

    Keep going !!

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  2. Anonymous4/9/20, 3:40 PM

    This is nice

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  3. Anonymous4/10/20, 10:15 AM

    Its eclectic

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  4. Unknown4/12/20, 10:58 AM

    The last two verses are ❤️

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  5. Anonymous4/18/20, 9:19 PM

    Some things never change, for you're still the same intellectual beauty with the deepest of desires, weighing heavy on your chest, buried deep within in regards to your fears...
    Just be you babe, you deserve the light you're shying away from.

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    1. Jyotsna4/22/20, 10:57 AM

      Undeniably, some things never change. For I wonder 'bout the face behind these words, that seemingly has known me for a longer while now?

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    2. Anonymous4/24/20, 10:40 PM

      A mystery it will remain, hermosa.

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    3. Jyotsna4/26/20, 9:49 AM

      For my friend, mysteries left unrevealed and stories left untold forever sound inane.

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    4. Anonymous4/28/20, 9:09 PM

      This world's inane in itself, belle dame. It's upon us to figure it all out as revelations are far-fetched; for the known truth, unwanted and the unknown, feared.

      Delete
  6. Manan Jain4/19/20, 12:04 AM

    Nicely Written, Good Content and Thoughts
    A Perfect Combination 💯💯💯

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  7. Unknown6/19/20, 9:22 PM

    Naku Matram chala baga nachindhi akka. Soooopppeerrrr

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    1. Jyotsna6/20/20, 2:59 PM

      Thank you 😂💕💕

      Delete

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