Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.
The New Normal
Trapped within an indoor world, somewhat like
A Matrix, fear and loneliness my bosom friends.
Stripped of all pretentions, I lay bare my heart,
Trying to unshackle my distress and insecurity.
Forced to exist in a quarantined home, my material
Comforts have all but disappeared. In this new crucible of fire,
There’s neither mercy nor delight, only shadows. Gone are the
Hugs and kisses, the throbs of embrace; the sugary peak emotions.
No more those eyes of ‘crimson red’ from late nights
Of party mode, nor are those legs weary from feet
Dancing way into the night. Instead, anxiety steals the
Brilliance of a mind, now sodden with aloneness and despair.
I lay naked in my bath, gaze entreatingly upwards, palms pleading
In prayer, to find purpose to life. (Bismillah, song). My mate Frank had just
Ended it all, as did Sarah, his spouse. The scribbled and solemn note they
Left, simply said: “No money, no food, no friends; only isolation and darkness.”
Yet another variant comes ‘round, like spring. Only
There’s a dearth of renewal; no scented roses of beauty;
No tulips. I take my worn-out mask, hanging just above my
Jacket rails and head for the supermarket. The sky appears
Grey as I pause, breathe; remember: Hands, face; space.
I do my sanitize routine; put on my masks; take note
Of fellow humans on the streets. I dare not unmask
In crowded spaces. People avoid me as I reciprocate,
But now they say ‘thanks’ and continue on their way.
I had my first Astra Zeneca shot today. Big pharma wins
But who cares? No one knows if the afterlife is better; so, like
Little children – many of us do what we are told. Efficacy is 90%,
They say, and so I hope, praying that the recent variants pass me by.
I found a new friend though, a Professor Zoom who
Takes money off my account. At least I have joined more
Poets, so I don’t go crazy and I socialize quite well. It has
Been a life-saver in so many interesting ways!
Away from news of the distressing daily toll, the frontline
Problems, the inequities; scare-mongering and contact-tracing,
I have embraced new international circles; freed myself from
Innuendos and conspiracy theories; even managing to exercise! Not bad!
Now my only suffering is a lack of Love. Wish I was
A flute; You the player of bewildering emotions,
Resonating a cascade of feelings in my soul. Alas! I walk
A thorny Path to get to You, stumbling on
Beds of nails, blood-red in the core of my feelings.
Come, my scented Lavender, bring me the breeze of the
Joy of Spring; the sunlight, so I can merrily waltz with You,
On this, Your sweet lap, of tomorrow’s fragrant meadows.
- Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 28th February, 2021
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