Home Alone

It was a glorious day in mid-December,
When my mother went on a vacation for a week.
Those seven days I vividly remember,
For each day I evolved as a freak.

Dear God would have leaned down from his throne,
& even the angels of heaven would have stared down.
For a careless creature had to manage the house on his own
As like a free bird his mother, flew out of town.

The wild child in me lost his sense of inhibition
& called my friends to party each night.
The delirious degree of madness that used to transition
Made my house feel like a club in Ibiza under the moonlight.

Till the fifth day, I managed things surprisingly well
Until I discovered a recipe book
The demons must have smirked down in Hell
As ultimately paneer tikkas I decided to cook.

While cooking I was calm & composed like an ice cube
Despite never boiling water in my entire life.
But courtesy the recipe book & some videos on YouTube
I sliced paneer like Gordon Ramsey with my knife.

But while cooking perhaps I overdid many spices
Because in the bathroom, my friend had to stay.
My paneer tikkas hit his intestines like some catastrophic crisis
Because suffering from diarrhea he ran to a doctor the next day.

Alone in deep thought I sat in my room
As the trash in the kitchen I forgot to discard.
While pondering on the chaos I caused, I experienced gloom,
& I failed to realize, my kitchen had turned into a junkyard.

I noticed the mess too late as I welcomed Mother with apprehension,
& sensing the impending doom, I didn’t go near.
For I witnessed her turn into Thanos in 8 dimensions,
While my heart crawled down to my bladder in sheer fear.

My mother screamed “How can you be so carelessly wild?”
“How can you even withstand the kitchen’s disgraceful view?”
Smiling sheepishly I said, “I’m careless, but I’m your child,
& perhaps that’s how unorganized I am, without you.”

Note: Don’t misunderstand me I’m rather independent. It’s good to be independent in life, but it’s also good to understand that we will always be children in the eyes of our parents no matter how old we get… I accept that I can be rather clumsy at times, but I also want to emphasize the important role my mother plays & silently ensures that I embrace an organised approach in life. Today being her birthday, I thought of writing this poem to express that if she’s not around then I’d be incomplete without her. This poem is based on a true incident.
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55 thoughts on “Home Alone

  1. I’ve read your story/poem several times, and each time, I see the surreal chaos with greater clarity. I hope your friend recovered from his gastrointestinal encounter, and that you helped clean the kitchen for your mom. I’m sure she has forgiven you and might even have distanced herself from this memory enough that she can laugh at it today. Thank you for the array of expressions and emotions (smiling, laughing, surprise, stunned, and more smiles) your blog post brought me today. πŸ™‚ And please wish your mom a very happy birthday.

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  2. It just wow…. piece of writing for me. I love it. It have all the element of emotions. Specially the most precious one is the bond of mother and son. Happy birthday to aunty, a beautiful person of your life. God will always bless.

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  3. Sidharth, this poem is hilarious! I’ll bet your mother will appreciate it as her birthday gift. Then she will probably tell you, “I am glad you have learned your lesson, and will never do that again!” All the best to you and your mother. I have a son too..been there, done that! Cheryl

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    1. Humor hasn’t been my forte in writing tbh, but glad I was able to pull this off and make some sense out of it πŸ˜…. Yes my mother was happy that I wrote something different. Thank you for the compliment, Cheryl. If you don’t mind me asking you, has there been any such incident (like the one in the poem) between you and your son? 😏

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      1. Yes, Sidharth, my son is thirty now, but when he was in high school and still living at home, we had such an incident. My son had wanted to stay home while my daughter and I went on a trip. I told him it was OK, but not to bring anyone into the house. We returned home a bit early. When I went upstairs, I found an unknown couple in the guest room! Take care, Cheryl

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      2. OMG…πŸ˜‚πŸ€£ Well I’m 27 close to your son’s age so I guess based on what your personal experience was back then & what you witnessed in my poem. Safe to say that my generation is rather adventurous I guess lol. πŸ˜…

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  4. This made me giggle, then full out laugh. NEVER would I have ever left any of my children to their own devices. Your mother is a brave woman. The fact that you honored her with this writting, shows your true love and respect for her. Kudos to you both.

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    1. Lol atleast you do make a conscious effort to keep it clean and tidy πŸ˜… I on the other hand completely transformed my kitchen into a junkyard…. Guess my mum didn’t turn into Thanos just like thatπŸ™ˆ thanks for your readership and your lovely feedback πŸ™β€οΈπŸ˜Š

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  5. This was a damn one!πŸ˜…
    I could sense the excite at trying hands on a dish and that too all alone.
    Calm and composed like an ice cube! Like really.πŸ˜…
    Partying each night. Hats off.
    Club in Ibiza under the moonlight.

    Now this is a totally different version of yoursπŸ˜… But it’s good that you shared all these secrets about you here.πŸ˜›
    And how could I not say anything about the pic you have featured. It looks scarily naughty.🀐

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    1. Yea it was something different from the usual self. Glad you like it. As they say, tragedy is comedy misunderstood… So yea made a comedy out of a personal tragedy πŸ˜…. Thank you for the lovely feedback πŸ™πŸ˜

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