By Shubhra Dahiya
What is the
meaning
of this
everyday
mayhem?
The doorbell,
the help,
the parcels
that were supposed to bring joy
with the right click.
The babies
who are people
now.
The humdrum
of conversation
about politics, pandemics,
and wars—
as we sit unaffected,
sipping our hot latte.
The dressing up
for festivities,
the lavish
parties
where we will
discuss
sustainability.
Our lives—
oxymorons
in themselves—
pushing,
pulling,
not knowing
when to stop.
Savouring,
complaining,
comparing,
tangled
in this web
of
no
return.