Isolation by Soumya Kumar

Sitting on this lonely couch, sipping my tea I often find myself counting the Leaves of the plants next to me,  Probably because Nowadays, that’s all the nature I get to see! Suddenly, I’m so grateful for the freedom I once had When I wasn’t quarantined in my room… Silently watching the world collapse,  Feeling lonely, depressed, and sad!

So I reach out to the window, To get some fresh air Secretly hoping, To spot someone in the distance somewhere! Maybe it’s this “distance”, we can share… And as I look around, I begin to realize, As much as I fall for the nature, It scares me to think about Life with fewer people in the future!

Maybe because I’m used to the hustling people On usual weekdays, Running into you across college hallways, Exchanging awkward smiles as they walk away.   I’m just used to the children playing on the football ground.  It’s odd to watch a great summer with empty turfs all around… I miss evenings of stopping by the  Old men and women on park benches, Sharing their experiences and stories, That time has made obsolete, But still thrive in their memories…

I’m scared and hopelessly longing, For everything that I miss, I never imagined a confined life like this. Wasn’t safety once about staying together? Now it’s all about maintaining distance from one another… Amidst the dread and chaos in my mind, I try to leave the unsettling thoughts behind, I open my window and feel the cold breeze on my skin… And at that moment I seize to think of myself as trapped in But rather stepping up to save the world from going down!