The COVID Times

The chill early morning breeze hitting you on your face,

takes you to many years ago in memory, and you hasten to think

which year or what age you were at, that memory trying to make you remember.

With birds chirping away, a sound that seems to have become a constant now.

The early mornings never fail to bring back memories of years gone by.

How is it even possible that one thinks back of the flashes of thoughts that

are just in your mind?

Standing aside, when I had a look at the crowd moving about, I was struck

at the alien sight, I was dazed and wanted to confirm if this was real or a dream!

The people moving about their business in the scantily populated roads,

everybody were with their masks on, on the cycle, zipping away in bikes,

jostling about in the autos, briskly walking away, or some strolling about,

all had masks, with just their eyes popping out, some with barely covering their mouth.

What is this time? Is it really reality or a dream?

I felt I would almost wake up from my dreams, dreams that seem to be filled with thoughts that come wayward!

I walked back home, to my desk that seemed to have me seated nonstop from dawn to dusk, fleeting away in between to care for the household chores that seemed to wait forever for my attention.