Elope

Antarang Jain
2 min readJun 28, 2021
Photo by Harris Vo on Unsplash

It’s been months since my eyes have not felt dry,
The kind of feeling which succeeds a long flailing cry,
It’s been months since my stomach has settled,
The feeling of anxiety at the starting line seems belittled,
By the magnitude of these circumstances with no end in sight.

It’s been months since my joy has not succumbed to eternal moments unnerving and morose
At the site of black quibbles of lives that have been lost,
It’s been months since the hollowness of this too shall pass has been cracked naked,
The hope, the glimmer at the end of the tunnel stands eradicated,
We muster the courage to build castles of sand
Atop promises as hollow as the minds of leaders who make them, they just cannot stand

It’s been months since the naive escapes of momentary flashes of joy,
Have been strangled, mangled, and left distraught by nature’s ever so wonderful ploy,
I have spent months evading from putting these words to paper
The sleepless nights have not made it easy to compose a rhyme ever so slightly chipper,

I assure you this is no message of hope that I have set out to write,
This in no gleeful composition centred over a pitiable might,
This is but just a message of an optimistic buffoon’s gratitude to all the lessons learnt,
Some truly undeserved and some ever so well earned,

On one end I have seen the power of A ONE SINGLE UNITED PEOPLE,
On the other, I have witnessed the apathy, the capitalistic mindset of the reaper,
On one end I have witnessed the power, the strength and the rigidity of the familial bond,
On the other, I have been left shattered, broken, crumbled and spent with loved ones lost,
On one end I have found a family in faceless strangers far and wide.
On the other, I cried for help but these rock-solid foundations swept ashore like broken tides

With every day we soldier on in the truest sense of the word,
Grows stronger the resolve to cross over to the other side of this bleaker world,
Neither is this a message of despair, nor that of hope
It’s just a message of gratitude to the times to which I wish I could elope.

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Antarang Jain

Making sense out of all the sensibilities and senselessness