Lockdown

It's hard to say whether I feel more like

Naranathu Bhranthan, that is Kerala's own Sisyphus,

or the blokes who waited for Godot.

Well, I don't even know what they really felt like.

All I know is it's absurd

My life, my deeds, my thoughts

All shrunk into four rooms and four screens -- 

the score is even if you keep the balcony out.

Balcony is the other world,

My stage and my gallery

In the real world of absurd theatre

Where I become we and the show never ends.

You and I, we act and watch the same play

On all the balconies all the time

We see slight improvisation sometimes

But you know it doesn't make a difference.

Nothing does. It wouldn't matter 

Whether you expect a change,

Or accept it'll be the same,

But imagine you're happy. That may help.



April 2020