The new normal

I keep hearing the term a 'new normal' too many times these days. And I cannot deny that the past few months has been instrumental in me finally picking up on the weakened voices inside my head.

I wonder what long term mutations we went through during our isolation and disconnection time.

...

Anticipation

A world disconnected,

and dire, apocalyptic -

end of season 1.

The new romantic

Could you avoid me?

If you do truly love me,

this midsummer night.
...

As expected, the concoction of too much sleep the morning before, a coffee consumed late in the day stirred together with (now) once-a-decade kind of rare creative juice flowing meant that I was awake most of last night.

In it together

Keeping with times is important. And when it is not possible to keep running, trying to make tiny, minuscule attempts of movement is better than not doing anything.

And so here is today's attempt at revival of the writer in me. Or better still, revival of the person, who was capable of holding a thought until it's discovery through expression.

In it, together

Friends and coworkers,

  Cohabitants and lovers,

Coviding 'gether

P.S.
This is my first haiku attempt - A Japanese art of writing a poem with three basic constructs:

• 5-7-5 syllable
• Seasonal element (kigo)
• and most important - A cutting word (kireji) which juxtaposes two ideas.