Some day they will wonder Where did all the people go? With their dreams and deeds Now rust and patina buried deep Entangled in moss and froth Was it life incomplete Or how it was meant to be? They find a tiffin box with Remnants of a meal A torn cloth – a shroud or veil Who will tell? Buried under the turmoil A lost city of yore Fallen from the map How did it plummet so low! The Armageddon or Apocalypse Poisoned air or men at war? How long to wipe out Another city, another life; Push a tribe from the brink How long after we ignore Lessons of the dead of lore?
This lush photograph was taken by me in April 2019 during a walk in front of the Hyatt House in Parsippany, New Jersey. It is a reminder of how things have changed in the past one year. The office I was visiting in that locality has closed it’s physical presence.
Had it not been for the pandemic, I could have revisited this beautiful location in April 2020. The plan, the trip, did not materialize as meetings embraced a digital avatar. Looking back, this photograph and the words are a reminder to take that walk, enjoy that beauty, have gratitude for the good things, and most importantly capture the moments.
Hide the madness In glowing eyes Let them think it’s joy Or pleasure clandestine Let none know The passion that flows In your dark veins And the mind plays games Shuffling between sanity And insanity that thrives In your deepest core