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Lockdown Love
Raman Meditiya
(SYBAF)

Po Padhi Padhi Jag Mua, Pandit Bhayo Na Koi
Dhai Akshar Prem Ko Padhe So Pandit Hoye ~ (Kabir Das)

I hope you have experienced love, even for a short moment, even with the wrong person. I hope
you know how it feels to know that someone out there wants to be around you, someone is
trying hard to talk to you, to get near to you, to tell you how much they care for you, but are not
able to speak up or type a message of love for you. The throat chokes before making the
u erance and/or at the moment of clicking on the 'Send' bu on, somehow the thumb gets
frozen and the thought, the emo on, the passion cannot be transformed into words.
That feeling of immense pleasure, that feeling which brings a surge of happiness is Love. It is a
feeling that some live with and some die for. Being a theist, I believe what Lord Krishna has said.
For him 'Love' is above everything in the world, even above him. According to Lord Krishna love is
the most powerful weapon, power and feeling also the biggest curse.
Love, according to me is more than a feeling or an ac on when we are together with our beloved, rather it is missing one's beloved
when one is apart. I first sensed this beau ful emo on during the lockdown. I was desperate. Voice calls, video calls, text
messages, images and emojis were inadequate. I wanted to be with my beloved in person. This despera on was a realiza on which
was fulfilled a er a two year lapse. Each moment of togetherness was so precious. Even the blinking of the eyes at every three
seconds interval was a distrac on and a waste of me for me. She was speaking, but I was not listening…I was just looking and
looking spell-bound when to break my trance she tapped on my shoulder and said, "Are you even listening to me?"

Words of the Soul The Scent of the Sun The Whispering Voice

Tina Aswani (M.Com. II)

Even before we learn to speak I remain s ll peacefully The Whispering Voice
We are made to bend to the rules of society Taking a gander at the deligh ul sky The head feels heavy
Even before we have learnt to Cherishing how you fall Thoughts are eerie
stand upright underneath the mists Loud and thunderous are
The paths that we desire to walk Delicately losing space my words
Are the ones that we are expected I follow you go down Wai ng for ears to hear.
to never cross As you gradually paint the sky
Happiness becomes a myth A shade changing pale e A lump in the throat
We are constantly made to gulp The show starts at five A head loaded with echoes
our words Best seats are largely free yet filled Wan ng to scream out aloud
And overcompensate each ac on You can just gaze upward Yet I have no heads turning around.
With widely preached social At the point when it turns wonderful Is the urge to be understood in
misconcep ons Like a half sucked orange candy silence, normal?
Our decisions are discussed That we held with clingy fingers Is this mess in my psyche, right?
Our failures are considered downfalls This transforms into raspberry Is it common not being able to
We are given no chance to explain Leaving the blue and pink sky make sense
our stance Giving one an expecta on Or, is it just me that is disabled?
Society is vain That each shade changes
Its expecta ons of human beings Some stand out, some are subdued
are a bane. As in people and as in life.
Where some cast shadows and
some live in shadows.
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