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3 A.M Talks

Lots of people around me are having tough times managing their emotional well-being. COVID-19 has really gotten on their nerves. There’s uncertainty everywhere.

Yeah, I know life may not seem wonderful right now, probably you’re having a tough week, having a nostalgic attack or going through really hard situation and just wishing to go back to normal days.

I’ll tell you my story. My workplace is just 200 KM from my parent’s home, still I was not able to go live with them due to the country wide lock-down that started on 24th March. I and my roommates were struck in our rented apartment without any prior experience of cooking or doing household chores. Our maid kind of abandoned us and fled to her town(I don’t know how). We were on our own.

Now the real fun began or I’ll say shit got real. I work in an IT firm, and hence our apartment became our virtual workplace. Working 8 hours remote shift + managing all the household chores like preparing meals, washing dishes, doing laundry, dusting, cleaning bathrooms, sweeping and what not made me realize the importance of a father’s hard-work at workplace, and a mother’s role and responsibility in handling the entire house. No wonder she’s called a house maker. My respect for them grew immensely, but most importantly I got to learn skills that I never thought I could ever acquire. I’ve lived 20 years of my life with my parents and it was just last year that stepped out of my comfortable home and moved out to a different city after I got my first job. I never really helped in any household work before; because honestly, no one asked me to do so. Believe me or not, all I could ever do in kitchen was boil some water or make a cup of tea. That’s it! I never even made instant noodles on my own.

But now after this lockdown phase, I think I’ve become good at so many things. I can cook! Yes, I can cook every popular Indian dish. I’ve learned all the household chores, and most importantly, I’ve understood values like having a positive outlook towards life, time management and the power of gratitude. I think these times have taught me many lessons for good, made me more responsible, independent and stronger Abhishek than before!

So guys, don’t worry. You should be happy having experienced these moments. Trust me, this is once in a lifetime thing and you’ll tell the tales of these times to your children or grandchildren in the future. Or maybe someday you’ll get to experience something like this again. Who knows? For now, let’s work ourselves out of this situation, alright? It will all go good, just have faith and don’t give up. We’ll come out stronger than ever after this all gets over.

Let’s just slide with destiny and try to live our lives with enthusiasm and determination or it will end too soon.

Stay safe and keep smilingšŸ˜„

Hope is the thing with feathersĀ –
That perches in the soulĀ –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops at all

-Emily Dickinson

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Liberated

I stand on the edge of the unknown
it’s winter you can tell by the mist
forgone the prosperity and sunshine
deep into my roots,Ā  are puddles
of saddened crumbled hope
there’s a melancholic glow on my face
it yearns for warmth, eternal sunshine, spring
up there are gloomy grey skies
naked and fatigued crows are hovering
to seek shelter and heal their wounds
I’ve sinned but there’s no blood on my hands, they’re clean
the wind is blowing with its brutal gusts

a few moments later the
unknown edge is no longer unknown
But now it’s like I’m standing in the middle of a deserted moor
it’s winter you can tell by the mist
the heart is craving for insanity but mind
is composed and completely poised
the wind is loosely sweeping dust
whirling salt mingling thyme
crows have turned to seagulls
they are screeching, crying, soaring
a storm is brewing nearby

cliff’s edge is near I can feel the abyss
the mistral winds have spoken
their verses are dark and cold, but propitious
what did they speak of?
they urge, they whisper, some kind of invitation
“jump off the cliff, be free, liberate!”
will I jump or I’m too coward for that jump?
black clouds have become dense
there’s a sense of forbidding, the lines are thin

the mist has cleared up now as I can see the sea
but the sea is in turmoil no boat in the sight
Am I ready to face the storm?
will jumping off the cliff calm the storm I fear, the one inside my tattered soul,
the sea of torment the melancholic sea which wants to bleed out when I rip my heart open? who knows? but as they say
there are no solutions to the inner storm,
except to dive and join the sirens,
in the perilous sea below, the real one
So I jump. I jump to liberate myself, I jump to endure the pain, I jump to break the chains!

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A Serene Night


The symphony has started
and the darkness does descend
the world succumbs to quietude
the day has reached its end

The nighttime woods are glittering
and offer up a show
a dazzling performance
by the fireflies, aglow

The river reeds are swirling
with the crescent moon’s glow
broken and shattered still
it rises up – nice and slow

The earth and the sky above
offers a spectacle, that lord sway
heart lays still
and all my troubles seem to fade away


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Keep Smiling

 

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A smile costs nothing, however, gives much

It takes, however, a minute, yet its memory ordinarily keeps going forever.

None are rich to the point that can get along without it-

none are so poor that can be made rich by it.

It advances the individuals who get,

without making poor

the individuals who give-

It makes daylight in the home

It can heal a frozen heart

But it can’t be asked, obtained, or stolen,

for it is of no esteem,

Except if it is given away.

A few people are excessively caught up with,

making it impossible to give you a smile

Give them one of yours-

For the great Gods realizes that nobody needs a smile so badly

As he or she who has no more smiles left to give.

 

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Woody


Woody sits in a dark corner

With smile on his face

and a cowboy hat on his head

Looking at a cuckoo clock

Which shows it’s ten to four

Four o’clock is woody’s teatime

Lots of friends and fancy cake

Although time’s running fast

But how long these ten minutes take?

Shadows grow on distant hills

Tangerine sun on glassy sea

All his ember eyes reflected

And still ten minutes left ’til tea

The house, withered, is old and broken

Rusty springs through mattresses show

The cuckoo clock is also broken But how’s Woody supposed to know?

Unaware he’s been discarded

That no friend will come through

The hills and sea just glass, old papers

A telephone that no one will answer

Empty cups that once held tea

Now they hold everything but glee

The clock that still says nearly teatime

Where can all his friends be?

For ages now he’s lain unwanted

Smiling in his cowboy hat

He’ll never know he’s been abandoned

‘Til the clock reads after four

Don’t tell him that the clock is broken

For as long as woody doesn’t know

It’ll always soon be teatime

As it was, so long, long ago.


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Little Abhi went to see the Northern Lights

When Little Abhi was 6 years old
He wanted to see the northern lights
so he borrowed some money from children’s bank
and boarded the fastest Europe flight

nobody picked him at the airport
so he took an uber ride
he ate at McDonald’s on his way
traveled by trains and the subways

when he finally reached his destination
awed at the beauty little Abhi sighed
and said “Man! It’s been one hell of a ride”
this is the place I’ll marry my bride

but then a moose attacked him
and Little Abhi fucking died