The Clarity Chronicles Media

A SERIES HONORING THE POEMS THAT COULD'NT BE POSTED :      Healing or Just Hiding Behind a Mask? A DISAPPEARANCE CALLED HEALING We burned the masks, not the memory, Laughed in crowds, not in therapy. No alarms this time, just silent fear — Did we heal, or just disappear? THE ECHOES OF HALLWAYS We moved ahead, but left a trace, Of sanitizer and a guarded face. No sirens screamed, no headlines roared, Just empty desks and hearts ignored. So tell me now, are we truly free? Or walking ghosts of what used to be? SOMEWHERE BETWEEN HEALING AND HIDING We coughed in corners, not just with breath, But with thoughts too loud and fears of death. We grew in silence, we aged in screens, And called it life, in shattered routines. Now if we’re asked: “Did you survive?” We’d say — “We did... but not all alive.” So if healing comes, let it come slow, Let it touch the parts we never show.

Healing or Just Hiding Behind a Mask?   We smiled behind the masks for long,  Humming hope like a quiet song.  Now the world seems fine, but still we feel —  Did we ever hurt enough to heal?              COVID-19 has us turning back to our deepest nightmares — returning in a scene we never imagined it would. With cases rising once again, students are returning to fear — carrying emotional baggage we never wanted to unpack again.          No alarms this time, just coughing rooms,       The silence louder in headline tombs.         Did we heal, or just forget to feel?          Did we cure the wound, or hide what’s real?        They say fear takes the form of whatever we dread the most — and just when we finally believed it was all over, that we were free, that nothing could take away our offline schooling or peaceful...

  A SERIES HONORING THE POEMS THAT COULD'NT BE POSTED :                  WE WERE AT WAR : NOT JUST WITH THEM, BUT WITHIN .....WE FOUGHT.... We didn’t just bleed on borders, We bled in beliefs. We didn’t just fall in war zones, We fell in silence. But still— We rose. They said we were at war. But weren’t we always? Fighting for peace, Losing sleep, And praying silence wins someday. But borders didn’t break that day — hearts did. And the loudest noise wasn't from missiles — it was from mothers watching the news. NOT FOR GLORY, BUT FOR US They rose with fire, not fame in mind, Their courage carved in every line. Not just the guns, but hearts that bled, For every word that went unsaid. A PART OF US STILL STOOD UP Schools stand empty, playgrounds still, Convoys rumble, and time stands still. Sirens wail, a chilling song, Innocence lost where fears belong. Words on paper, protests declared, Voices plead, but no one’s prepared. In halls of powe...