Tag: COVID-19

Adrift – a #pandemic poem

In memory of all those who went too soon – claimed by a virus that was as brutal as it was indiscriminate…

Cut adrift from you
buffeted by winds
of a malevolent fate
icicles of fear
pierce a heart
that stuttered
the day they put
a plastic tube
down your throat…

Even the heat
of a fearsome anger
that rages at the edges
of a mind grown numb
cannot warm the emptiness
that I clothe with memories
of a former life
when forever meant
a long, long time…

But for us it ended yesterday
and all I have left
are ashes in an urn;
an agony of disbelief;
roiling oceans of regret;
and a dark despair…

Your walking shoes don’t know yet
they wait by the door
for 6 o’clock.
I try them on…
too big to fill, they don’t fit
but you fit me so well
and now the cavernous cracks
in my being
that you kept from widening
tear me into pieces
of a puzzle that
makes no sense without you
and your pillow
– with memory foam –
barely remembers
the shape of your head
while mine still carries
a stray hair from your tossing and turning
as you strove to find the air
that eluded you
just before
they took you
to the ICU…

I had never imagined
that you’d go in one door
but you’d come out another…

I capture the last bit of your DNA
off my pillow
and add it to my collection
of memories that
– try as they may –
cannot fill the void
in my soul
that should be in your outline
but is now me-shaped.

brown leather boots
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This city does not want you #Poem #Pandemic #Lockdown

This city does not want you
now that its roads are paved
and skyscrapers stand tall
against the elements
that burn the skin off your bent backs
as you trudge on blisters
born of social apathy
and political indifference
towards villages that have
nothing that can keep you there.

woman standing near house
Photo by Parij Borgohain on Pexels.com

Your DNA is imprinted
on the very bricks that
won’t house you.
Your sweat trickles
into the fissures
that you pack with concrete
which, once solidified,
will block you out
from the dreams that
you’ve always dreamed
but will never realise
because this city
does not want you.

The virus does, though.
It also wants the ones
who shunned you
when you had nowhere to go…
and when you get there,
it wants you too.

@upreetdhaliwal’s experiments with Mandala making #lefthand #rightbrain #dementia

Members of our family have lived to over a hundred years, which is great news, right? I mean, longevity is a boon that healthful practices and evidence-based medicine have made possible; however, the flip side of it is that we now also have more loved ones living with dementia.

Dementia is NOT kind – not to the person whose memory is failing (among other things), and absolutely not to the caregiver who is witness to the devastating transformation. The pandemic and the many lockdowns resulting from it have prompted a lot of discussion around mental health – it pushed me to look at ways of staying physically and mentally fit in the face of all of the awful news of struggles and loss.

I am trying many things – am learning how to play guitar (a teen dream of mine); tried my hips at hula-hooping (broke my knees – figuratively, but ouch! failed); skipping rope (ouch, ouch, ouch, failed); water color painting (am making progress); and, more recently, Mandala making, which this post is about.

Mandala art has become quite the thing in pandemic season, in case you haven’t noticed. And rightly so, since the art form – a geometric configuration of shapes and symbols arranged symmetrically in ever-widening circles – is akin to a spiritual journey, with the inner truths meeting – at some point – and interacting with the outside world.

I did not train for it – I realised only later that it helps if you first draw concentric circles and segments and then layer the symbols etc inside them. My Mandalas are therefore lopsided. But that didn’t faze me in the slightest because my purpose was different…

Here’s an example of the first one I drew:

Mandala One

Before you say anything about its beauty or its shape, read on…

My purpose in creating Mandalas was to use my non-dominant hand (the left one) so that hitherto unused areas in my right brain would be stimulated to develop new neural connections. I’d read that having spare connections available – a neuronal reserve – is always good and could help counter some of the neurodegenerative effects of aging. Sounded plausible to me and hence this foray into left-handed Mandala making.

Here are Mandalas two, three and four:

The first thing I noticed was how closely my artwork resembled the Corona virus – the very creature I was trying to avoid by staying socially isolated and doing spiritual things! Erk!!

The second thing was that while drawing I often couldn’t see the emerging shape because my fist or my fingers would be obscuring it. Clearly, I need to shadow my niece – who is left-handed and a talented artist – and learn exactly how she holds the pen/pencil and how she positions her hand. Poor girl – she’s going to be peeved – she doesn’t like people peering over her shoulder as she creates.

So, that’s my Mandala story, folks. I plan to join a short online coaching class to get another perspective on Mandala making, so stay tuned. Mandala amateurs and artists are welcome to share their tips and tricks in the comments section.

Green Haiku

This beautiful yellow-footed green pigeon – or Hariyal – was photographed early one morning by my brother-in-law, and it inspired a haiku…as well as several hashtags…

#covid_19 #secondwave
#hopeforthebest #natureisbeautiful❤️
#natureshots #natureheals #natureneedsnofilter #natureneedshealing

New day, new options
Standing out or merging in
Either way, stay safe

Such a serene, gorgeous bird, don’t you think? I had to Google its name – I do hope I’m right about it being a Hariyal…

Rainy day Haiku

How do I keep my mental health from crashing to the floor in the second year of the pandemic?

I look to my sister’s dog for comfort…He understands the ways of the universe better than I do.

Here’s a haiku celebrating Coco, the Cool Cocker Spaniel!

Cloudy spring morning

Contagion casts a pall…

let sleeping dogs lie…

Isn’t that wise of Coco? What you can’t control, why not just sleep it off? Not easy, though…

Still, this too shall pass!

Spring Haikus

Even though it is almost summer, and even though (or especially because) we’re [still] in the middle of yet another surge of the COVID-19 pandemic, there’s something about the idea of spring that rejuvenates the spirit.

Languid sunrise

bedewed foliage offers

vapory homage

animal leaf morning spring
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Skipping on new grass

signs of spring draw weary eyes

bare soles imbibe hope

young woman wrapped in fabric in green field
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How are you coping, folks? Where do you find what you need to keep calm in these difficult times?