What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
Are we all like unbothered insects in a city that thrums with power, just simply walking?
Can we see beyond the end of our feet and the start of the other?
Is our vision of the periphery dull and grey?
Are we unaware, and unnoticed?
The hope diminishes as we connection between our gazes and a screen-
no connection between our gazes and the tender eyes of a loving animal, the softly swaying tree, the knowing smirk of a friend.
The unobserved neon graffiti on the side of the buildings and the camera that locks all memories in a flash.
Our ears fall deaf to the sparrow’s bright chirp and our eyes blind to the neighbour who moved away.
Often, we find that care misplaced,
Like lost keys or even that unreplied I Love You message from Mom.
Are extended work hours more important than family dinners?
Is the hurry to get to the workplace limiting our vision of the colourful world?
Life becomes replaced by a tight illusion of a barren wasteland.
It is a lonely thing to be trapped into a barren illusion of our own making.
But when realisation sinks in, like honey in a pool of water, our manacles are unlocked.
We can hear the 5-year-old child in us whisper-
All we have to do is stand and stare-
And all the world’s a better, brighter place.
By: Kriti Daga
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