Prena Poetry

to cope up with the sense of isolation is a total agitation to us

terrible. we are too oriented with this so called daily life that we think it’s something permanent? hasn’t it become so necessary for us to take a stroll outside, blend in with the fragments of city, speak about random happenings and communicate with a gesture of touch. truly a menacing habit that Kills us from the inside—slowly and painlessly and unknowingly, because somehow in the midst of living a life with ‘crowds and clangs’ we forget to convince ourself that it is also so much possible to live with oneself in ‘calms and coos’

we don’t bother to take note of all those little things kept on our bedroom table or book shelfs that keep can also keep us happy. we aspire for such big things, forgetting the fact that happiness doesn’t lie at the mountain top, it lies within those smallest pebbles that makes up the largest mountain. we forget to take control of the irregular waves of uncertain emotions. and of all we forget to synchronize with our inner self that even our heart and brain stops to coexist together—hindering our psychological growth. and all the positive mentality about living is crushed into vileness.

now that our normal functioning of routines is threatened and we are pushed back. rebel is just saying calm and watching the news that fills you with a constant fear and hopelessness. for such creatures like us, to cope up with the sense of isolation is a total agitation,

death and destructions, frequent corruptions from those who acts so helpful but isn’t. constantly laying in the bed and watching your hair fall off one by one.

it suffocates us.

but we really don’t know how to shed the heaviness because we. were. just. too. lost. with. a. complacent. notion. that life is just series of events that goes on forever. no. it isn’t. life do pause at times. but during those times the only word that escapes for mouth mouth is ‘boredom’ that boredom that stresses each of your brain cells to only think of all the things that you aren’t and deprecate your worth to a weight of a dust.

bit of anxiety is okay at times like this, its normal to feel slightly odd for it is a form of human to worry and grive. but it is not okay to always remain that pathetic, submissive and ignorant person. you need to be aware of your psychological well being as well and mental health.

this is not the right time to question your self worth or doubt your friends for not being there for you. this is not the time for all the drama and all petty little things.

we all bear such a powerful responsibility
to unite together
and raise a flag for us to heal