The Poetic Era

 Many times we're trapped in the clutches of worldliness. What will People Say? We're reminded of this. Rising imaginations are suppressed a hundred times, reminding of the failures we're proved wrong, abilities are judged by the eyes of the people, walk with the world, it's taught every time, we've to stand on the standards of society, we're made to realize this, here golden future is decorated by breaking dreams. Not without a reason do eyes full of dreams get teary, not without a reason do chirping faces get silenced.  

  'The Pleasant Morning' Repeating over the sad songs,  Drowning all through the day,  She awaited for a ray of hope  To show herself a way.  Escaping into those fictions,  As often she would do , She found a source of inspiration  To start fresh and new.  Early in the morning,  In the hour of serene,  Through an earthen cup,  She took a sip of caffeine.  That was a pleasant morning,  Quite beautiful, bright and sunny.  Unable to express it to others,  She decided to pen down her agony.  With a determination to bring back life to life,  She had a talk with the sun.  That morn didn't change everything  But surely initiated one.                                                - Vaishali Gautam 

Why does it sometimes happen, some feelings feel like old and known? If we close our eyes and feel, then a convoy of nostalgia is decorated. As if these winds have brought a message, the fragrance of the soil, the slightest splash of rain, as if they had come from the same period. The stir in this city is the same, but then why is there an emptiness? Perhaps some people are not there and some fault is of the lost childhood. When paused and watched for a couple of moments, what a story the fate has woven! What to say about others, have lost myself in this journey. But this beautiful season seems to have brought back the old me, feels like it has arrived as a medicine on the wounds of time.

 A strange phase is going on, changing the whole world, it is possible that such a time will not come again, it will bring difficulties but will teach a lot. The pandemic with which the world is struggling at this time, this phase will turn the whole game around. Nature is healing itself, humans are lying helpless in homes. Man had considered himself as god, disturbed the nature a lot, now this earth is reminding us of our status, should mend our ways while on time, this is the only warning it's giving. Everyone had become accustomed to the noise, now experiencing peace and simplicity. Birds' twittering is going on day and night, hopefully time is changing. This peace, this twittering is being liked by the heart, is it that the golden age is coming near? It feels that I am in another world, what else should I say about this change in the Kaliyuga! There is still a long way to go, many stories will be told, the only irony is if we will be able to survive.