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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