Pray, Love, Repeat

The Ambulance beeps
The phone rings
Someone somewhere dies

I have been lately thinking of this life and next.
Wondering if there still is room for romance in this word of blood, pills,
Empty stares and standstills;
Wondering if there still is room for travel plans? Tomorrow? Hope?
There is so much withering, so much to cope.
I have been thinking lately of this life and next.

The Ambulance beeps
The phone rings
Someone somewhere dies

Divert your mind;
Check influencer accounts;
Plan for the big day;
Read quotes, profound;
This too shall pass and there shall be light.
Don’t give up yet, don’t quit the fight.

The Ambulance beeps
The phone rings
Someone somewhere dies

-Abhishikta

One For The Memory

 Today.

Storm Is Coming

 How, this never gets old. How.

Nit Nit

Mornings

Months

Mondays

Things so significant yet mundane. The same old alarm, the same old glass of Horlicks, the same old decision whether or not to have that thumsup from fridge every hour. 

Aprils mostly are a bag of mixed events with constant summer winds making the mornings late, afternoons unbearable, evenings sluggish. The weather outside takes off half of my energy, the other half by the worries of several exams at several phases of my life. This year being no different.

The summer wind

The impending exams

The constant tiredness

The put on weight

The list of to-dos

The worry

The little function possibility

The weekend contest

Too much to do, too little zeal. Aging already and how?!

Do not even have the mood to complain about a million different things. Glad to be able to brave this from the room beside the terrace though. 'Look the brighter side' pastor said , trying my best!

Java Gods, be kind. One more time. Pretty please.

Also, Hello Monday!

Again.