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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 smiling😄

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

-Emily Dickinson

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A collection of my lousy poems

Hello dear friends. Sadly, I haven’t written any fresh poems this year, but today I had an urge to post something on my blog.

I’m sharing few poems straight out of my drafts. I never had guts to post them because I considered them stupid or tad naive 👦 Most of them are my preliminary work. And they don’t necessarily follow any particular rhyming scheme.

1. A night time Melody 🌃


Humming breeze swirls in the twilight
Family of Cuckoo birds is tucked in tight
Crickets sing to serenade the night
Sleeps the crimson petal, now the white

A Mother sings a lullaby not so far
Star shines brighter in the darkest hour
I keep my dreams alive in pretty jars
To sing a lullaby of – A night time melody
strummed on Angel’s guitar


2. Poor Angel 👼


Light’s gone,
day’s end.
Dubious nights,
Tired of –
all the fights.
Intense emotions,
Craving in.
Been this way,
Since eighteen.
Sinking slowly,
In a daydream.
Perhaps, the world
is way too cold,
For angels to fly.
Save that poor thing,
with wings so white.
Cuz’ this time,
he might fade
away,
Right in front
of Your eyes!


3. A Ghost 👻?


I was once a benevolent mind.
Then It happened on one pallid night.
Something quelled my ardour,
Making me guise around .

lingering in hypnosis,
and sunken with a dubios frown.
I would run like a wild berserk,
Up and down, through an old rot town.

thought i was doomed.
Can’t say a word, until it resumed.
Hunted and smacked me down.
Heard a Knock, knock!

Who’s there I said ?
Seemed like a joke to me.
I chuckled with a little fright.
But then something happened to my delight.

It threw something at me, and said.
Have you lost your groove?
You’re not the same one i left,
one year ago!

*Nah I’ve not changed.
It’s just my new groove.
Leave me alone!
Or I’ll crack your bone

I cried with a plight cause he said,
He was staying till the sunrise.
And this morning I woke up at night,
Fervent, sane and a little surprised.

Now I’m writing this poem and wondering
What happened and why?
Was it a freaking ghost or just,
The voices in my little mind?

PS: In this one I was clearly trying to use some variety of vocabulary. Guess what? I should stick to simple words🥺

4. A Morning poem 🌻

*Clicked by me

The sun rose to greet the day
and set a golden blaze across the sky.

The birds chirped their morning greetings
as I opened up my eyes.

The wind softly rustles through the trees
smelling of flowers and morning dew.

As I awoke to this view
my thoughts turned to you.

Good Morning dear friend

I hope that this day is one
that’s just as nice for you


5. HER 🤕🥵


It’s biting cold
Yet a scene so gorgeous
No traffic no crowd
In peace and solitude
far from pandemonium
of city life
I am watching the sunset
from my abode,
a little house
in the nearby hill.


I try to type
this lousy poem
but then
the Hot Cofee
that I just made
Is waiting for me
to get sipped
I might take a nap
In the cozy blanket
that my mom gave me
Some bygone autumn.
Also My car’s broke
I wish to take her
to the repairs someday
it stays there rusted in the garage


Oh! It’s a perfect evening
lazier than i thought it to be
but what can you expect
from a life in the woods?
Sometimes i do feel a rush
of her lyrical laughter
igniting sparks in
My imagination
I might well write
A Song for her
But my
frosted musical notes
are drifting in broken chords.
Once a sweet symphony,
now a sour moon


The feeling gets stronger
as I type the poem
her thoughts All along
I thought I found someone
who would stay through all the crap,
Perhaps for within her was a pattern
so complex I never really understand,
but when the moon used to come up,
something pulled her to me and me to her
but this love was one sided
for in no way she was mine
only that I was hers
When she said it was over,
it was more painful than a heart attack
And right now it feels like my life has paused.

Ere the dusk touches my ears
lets fast forward to the closure
it’s time to put memories of her behind me,
To look to the future, that is bright and free.
Later I can die happily in these yellow woods
But Now is the time to move ahead
For there are miles to go into the night
And there are miles to go to reach the light



 

C’mon Guys, Let’s stop here. I have many more poems like these. I’d love to read your feedback, then I might compile a part two.

Thanks for 🐻ing with me.

Happy New year 💥🌸