This present eerie stillness…


Social Media tells me to say I ‘languish’,

‘blah’ was the word for feeling down,

Yes, I do admit toxic anxiety, anguish,

my brain cells mutating from birth till now.

This spiralling infliction.

Yet in the end,

the mind can but falter,

lose its grasp on reality,

Time uncharted.

Blah! No, not languish, fitful repose

I must sleep, not compose….


Why can’t I just close my eyes,

in this present eerie stillness…..?

Uncertain Life, Sudden Death

Permeates this toxic air we breathe,

I know not for whom the bells will toll

in the roll of dice –

Today or tomorrow, known or unknown,

We are all praying hard these days.

Published by Jayshree Tripathi

Jayshree Tripathi lived in diverse cultures for over thirty years. Her late husband was a career diplomat in the Indian Civil Service. Jayshree received her Master of Arts Degree in English Literature from Delhi University (1978) and a Post Graduate Diploma in Human Rights Law (2001, Distance Education Programme) from the National Law School of India University, Bengaluru. She has been an educator and examiner in English Language and Literature for the International Baccalaureate Organization and their trained Consultant. Jayshree has worked in print media in the late ’70s and ’80s and calls herself an 'arranger of words', of narrative verse and short fiction. She continues in raising awareness about adult literacy in India and ‘women helping women’- #HelpHerWalkForward. Jayshree, as the eldest of five daughters, includes her maiden surname in her writing. On Twitter @JayMTrips. On LinkedIn

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