This Inertial Pain

With partial sanity, do we

Play host to this inertial pain.

Sticking to beliefs; once laws,

Hither-thither like prey, we flee from

The downpour of changes,

Wreaking havoc in sweet bubbles of monotony.

In states of ecstasy and gleeful excitement

Were changes invited home,

Oblivious to – how residents of long

Were being tossed onto the streets,

And life once revered, going haywire.

This inertial pain opens up doors

To enticing worlds but, oh –

How our hearts bleed!

For the normalcy; now history.

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A monochromatic world, do we

Open our eyes to, changing

And growing for better or worse,

To survive this inertial pain.

For one day, it too shall sustain

Pain akin to what, our beloved routines suffered.

And watch helplessly, as we intone – “Oh, this inertial pain!“

While changes – today’s novelty, are rendered homeless

In a future, unwritten yet.

Till then,

With partial sanity, will we

Play host to this inertial pain.

Thoughtfully yours, D

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Orginally published on Random Specific Thoughts (my blog).