On a chair with wheels
We travelled far.
Eyes glued to a screen
No night in-between.
Closed windows and curtains drawn
So, we shine bright
Under the spotlight.
Wired ears
With Noise cancelled.
What of noise
between the ears?
And when your Voice
stays cancelled?
Muted by your fears
A tenuous peace
Betraying much unease.

We turn our backs once more
On the clutter and the noise.
Heavy heart and weary bones
Foggy brain and clogged nose
Bleary eyed and uneven breath.
Purpose – on pause.
In search of worthy cause.

Give me the sunshine
Not rooms that confine.
Give me the birds and their chirp
The real tweets this time.
Time for workouts, not work
Profusely perspire, deeply respire
No deo, no mask
Dare anyone ask?

We retreat
Unto ourselves
This time
treading pathways wilfully disused
To discover
What seem like layers
And further, an expanse
Of peace and poise
That we pack and protect
On our return
As if it were ephemeral
A thing rather than the Essence
Forgetting once more
It was Ever-present.

Image from Piqsels.