In times of Corona

Under the piles of papers

And dreams of achieving 

In the run to catch a flight

To an unseen destination 

In the chaos of thoughts, which

They called life, 

In the middle of nowhere, which

Appeared to be everywhere 

In the circle of un-necessities, where

I circulated blind-folded

Moved and rushed and paused, 

Only to begin again, like the

Ticking handles of a wall clock, 

Then came a sudden pause. 

The circle remained but the movement 

Slowed and reversed

The running feet came to a, halt. 

The unseen became visible, amongst

The visible fears 

The heartbeat could be heard, the 

Colors could be weaved

The sky became clearer, the birds 

Could fly higher

The feelings could be felt, and

Machines transformed into humans

The fearful, the cheerful, the dreamer

The life minus the chaos, infact

Was how it all meant to be.