Year of indoors
staying in a room
watching the flat ceiling
changing its colour
visit to kitchen and bed
that became a ritual
Days of aloofness
now the world of mine
questions when shall you take a peek
mustering up courage
one decides to venture out
what if the germs attack
the feet stop
with beating heart inside
alas
one day
the time is ripe
they finally greet the morning starlight
only to dismay
the visit to doctor beside
for a slight fever
in a curiosity
what it shall be
which germ attacks oneself
ahhhh
relief
Its the changing season
subsides back to bed
glaring at the flat roof instead
few days pass
as receding waves
days of illness are back again
now it’s a visit to a dentist instead
dental affairs start
with new experiments
shall all the visits be a hospital instead?
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Cor blimey, you been reading my diary mate? This is the boring life i have been living for months due to my health situation. One hopes for better days ahead.
Maybe I read yours
Maybe I read others
Maybe I read mine
It’s a boring life
But the sufferings are most painful and difficult to endure
Now is the time to get out and spread oneself on society. Or, as my doctor says, send me a picture of your health, and I'll set you free.
So true Paul and doctor is really kind
You got your coat (and hat too maybe?). You getting out more, as they say?! heehee.
I had to get my coat. I overstayed my welcome at a friend's. Well. I only wanted to show them my 10 albums of holiday pics! Doh!
That’s great Orchi…that was a well spend vacation then?
Good for me, yes, but to them it was every mind-boring detail! lol. (I made all that bit up. heehee)
Aigoooo
I wonder how can it be boring in your company
But you guessed how - I'm boring when I get the photo albums out! lol.
Don’t know maybe when I visit your estates than I shall decide
lol, I'm sorry
I couldn't help but find humour in your wry cynicism, of our recent reality's
absurd hypocrisy
(if we don't laugh-away
our frustrations;
we cry, engulfed
by our infuriation)...
such a relatable write, thanks for sharing!
really liked these lines:
'alas
one day
the time is ripe
they finally greet the morning starlight
only to dismay
the visit to doctor beside
for a slight fever
in a curiosity
what it shall be
which germ attacks oneself
ahhhh
relief
Its the changing season
subsides back to bed
glaring at the flat roof instead
few days pass
as receding waves
days of illness are back again
now it’s a visit to a dentist instead'
Thank you so much Mek
You got me, in pain I can cry or I can laugh at the situation around
I have been crying for so long that my tears dried so now I recount and write
There are many who are suffering more yet they have started looking at the bright side
Then why shouldn’t I adjust my view of glasses….
Thank you so much dear Mek
I am rejoiced that you liked it
Much appreciated
Let each tear drop of yours turn to wonderful poetry. Poetry is a an expression of Emotions when felt very deeply !! So keep writing, because everyone is not a poet !!
That’s a very special comment dear Vamsi
Let every tear of mine ruin the sheets
Let every blood make a scene
With those tears in eyes and blood dripping from sides create a beautiful painting
For others to admire
For others to criticise
For others to rejoice
For closed ones to cry
Acknowledging the broken heart of mine
Dear Spiller ,every line of yours there is poetry. You were selected by God for making this world beautiful with your poetry ...And poetry flows ONLY ONLY when there is extreme pain, extreme love !! So be happy that we are the selected lot !!! 🙂
So not to look back at closed doors of life, because there are so many doors ahead to be opened, waiting for you.. Life has so much to give, keep waiting for brighter rays of Life !!!
I really hope so dear Vamsi
Life is no fun if it’s a straight route
Maybe that’s why we have detours so that we can find good company
And that’s how I met you
Now the journey will be more beautiful than destination
Thank you so much dear friend
We sure are a lucky Lot
The bleeding heart sings
Even while weeping
The heart shall sing of rejoice soon
After all how long will the autumn lasts
Spring will come soon
We have survived. Thank you for sharing your poem.
Welcome dear Rozina
Much appreciated
Such an emotive write spilleronsheet. To be trapped inside for so long is mindbending. I have always though on how fortunate I am in being able to go out every day into the wonder of Nature, (and croquet of course).
I hope all is well with you soon and the glory of the outside comes back.
Andy
Thank you so much dear Andy
I hope all becomes well for me soon
To coin a phrase, you have just writ the tooth the whole tooth and nothing but the tooth ............ or very nearly .... maybe ...................... am coming down with cabin fever methinks 🙂
Omg
You saw that as well
🤣😅
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