Disclaimer
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental
Woke up this morning and No
I had no hangover
My spirits never betray me
Unlike my wicked conscience
“Oh! You pathetic lousy worthless compulsive drinker…
You are doomed, doomed, doomed”
“What the hell, I won’t drink tonight
Just let me be, will ya?”
I log on social sites
No likes, no comments
On WordPress,
Facebook or Twitter
Stumble upon, Pininterest,
Google plus
Nothing
Everyone’s got so much to say
And no time for me
Alas! My idea to start a peaceful day
Is doomed…
Swami smirked “Why don’t you like a few,
Make comments on their post?
They won’t like you back but sure will reply….perhaps!”
Swami is my dear friend
He never leaves a chance
To pull me down
“Why?”
He scores followers with such ease
That self-righteous prick
Writes mushy stuff
Motivates losers with borrowed quotes
Can you?
Not me…
Before I react
The doorbell screamed
I received my credit card statement
Marked URGENT in red
I flung the envelope
It landed in some corner
We’ll find it
Not before I get endless calls from the bank
I click on reader
“What’s wrong with people?
I have no clue
They update about spring
Spring and blooms
Look, there’s a bloom!
A picture
Look, here’s a bloom here!
A picture
Look, no bloom!
A slideshow
And they think street photography
Is all about walking on the street
Taking random pictures
Infringe upon people’s privacy”
Swami said, as matter of fact
“That’s what street photography is”
“No, there’s more to it”
Swami retorts “There’s more to what they do”
“Whatever…It’s time for my siesta.
Marquez recommends it in times of cholera”
I crawled to my bed
And dozed off…
When I woke up
The sun was gone
Swami was gone
I looked around
Cracked ceiling
Grouchy fan
Peeled off walls were closing in on me…
I need a drink
I finished a quarter
Do I feel better?
Yup
Do I feel better?
I don’t think so…
Something pissed her off
Something I must have said
I stare at the lit hollows in the dark sky
Some call them stars
Her voice is all I yearn for
I just want to hold her and cry
She’s all I got
I’ll do whatever she says
Should I call her and plead?
What if she yells
Bangs the phone on me?
Help me please!
My anguished heart needs respite
I service my soul with another quarter
And dial her
I hear her sweet voice
From the machine
She left town for a week
She left me dry
In misery and pain
Swami is right
Women, they just love it!
Where do I go?
I got no place to go
She’s all I had…
Swami…Not again!
Whatever…
My voice dialing
Not equipped to handle my slurs
Hears Swami’s name right
That’s a sign
Swami is my true friend
He hurts me
But he never lies
I should not be mean
In fact I should request him
To be my guest blogger
That’s a smart comeback plan
Hm!
I hear Swami
But from the machine
“I’m off for a week,
For a long pending assignment”
arjun bagga 
I shall look forward to that guest post. But please don’t get cholera…
Swami is on it. He left after reading your comment to grab all works of Stephen King. Such dedication. I’ll stick to Marquez meantime. In fact I’d like to recommend my friends “Love in the time of Cholera” for the sake of siesta if not anything else.
I saw the movie, but I did not read the book. Don’t tell anyone.
My first love is movies. Don’t tell anyone.
Disclaimer: That was great! A snapshot of a day.
My freshly pressed brother, I look forward to see more from you..
Tomorrow is ANZAC Day… i’ll do something for that tonight.
I just checked after reading your comment. Perfect tribute that would be. I’m already curious to read your thoughts, knowing well you are a proud Australian.
I was going to write a post, but i think just a few words might be more in order.
🙂
Awesome! This is one of my favourites.
Writes mushy stuff
Motivates losers with borrowed quotes
hahaha…yup.
Between us, this is a much edited version. Ha Ha Ha!
Take heart my friend, to feel is to live. Here is a comment and a heartfelt like. I would hang out with you at a moments notice. We would drink and laugh.
Mike, The feeling is mutual. I count you as my guide, my friend.
Excellent.
Thank you my friend!
Now you have 28 likes. 🙂
What matters is who truly matter to me and you do 🙂
This is just pretty freakin’ great, Arjun. So captures the raw feelings. Really super!
Ah, I’m so glad you like it. I’ve lasted here, one of the reasons is you!
Have a half written blog about being a blog addict. Same idea. Sad, eh?
I’ve hardly touched many notions rather I’d say this is a self-indulgent post cause I know your perspective will be quite distinct. Readers would love to hear your take.
Det du skriver er det om deg selv?
Onestamente, in questo particolare poesia, io parlo per i blogger che non ricevono molta attenzione, nonostante il loro buon lavoro, che sono veri e propri artisti, ma sono introverso.
ora era un po ‘ male. non era destinato a essere maleducato. Volevo solo chiedere perché mi piace il tuo blog e pensa a che scrivere bene. appare scusate che ho detto qualcosa di sbagliato. non era mia intenzione; (marca
In realtà, io sono contento che hai chiesto. Che non era maleducato a tutti.
Non esitate a parlare nulla. Apprezzo la vostra attenzione. Grazie per la lettura e seguendo.
Mille Grazie. aveva davvero paura avevo fatto male; (rendono non voglio:)
Sono l’ultima persona che dovrebbe temere. Mi consideri un amico e, soprattutto, essere te stesso. Il mondo apprezzerà voi alla fine.
importante per essere segselv, ma uno deve rispettare gli altri e non sårenoens emozioni. Non si possono prendere indietro parole.
Molto ben detto
😊😊😊
Oh, tell her to guest blog ! ! !
What’s the plan?
I’m curious ! ! !
Arjun
So Schizophrenic in a fun way! You don’t seem to be at a loss for words. LOL Neither am I usually. Since you so aptly appreciate quotes from mindless droids here is one most appropriate for this situation… I believe it is by Dr. Carl Jung, who’s theories I studied in Psychology. ” Give me a sane man, and I’ll cure him.”
You always get my heart pumping with your snappy attitude and clever way of expressing yourself. I like quirkiness.
You never told me when I asked – duh duh…what does grazie mean? I am curious.
Yisraela
Thank you Yisraela for a beautiful comment accompanied with an apt quote!
I’m so glad you like my poems.
Grazie is Italian word for thank you.
Arjun
Ah thank you for the interpretation for Grazie. I will close with Merci Beaucoup!
Yisraela
If there’s anything you’d like to share or talk about, I’m around.
Thank you arjun. When I come back from my trip and I begun to actively deal with my marriage problems in terms of leaving and divorce, I will explain. Many people will know. Thank you for your kindness.
Yisraela
Made me laugh Arjun,thank you. 🙂
We live in a funny world 🙂
Photography and poetry!! So much pain, passion and raw energy…you are VERY gifted-
Wow. Thank you so much. Yours words of appreciation will enliven my spirits when low, which is frequent 🙂
Where can I get a borrowed quote for a like? 😀
I offer no resistance to gratifying comments, be it a borrowed quote. Find me one, please 😀
I still find this quite meaningful – by a group called the Small Faces…
“Life is just a bowl of All-Bran.You wake up every morning and it’s there”
I enjoy you let it flow , Borrowed quotes, lol, that beer in the morning gives you a hole new way of looking at the day, Rock On !
Ha Ha! You are my true friend 🙂
Listen to the silence.The loud noise will come back to you.
I’ve been trying to lately, not for the noise but the right voices. Silence is good either way.
“The right voices”… I like that 🙂
🙂
81 likes! that’s a lot Arjun 🙂 You’ll have to do a guest blog for Swami next week 😀
Mr. Eighty two, Thank you
I liked Swami’s post two days back
Me was No. Two eighty two 😀
hahaha..So you too a Mr. Eighty Two!
🙂
Very good one so I am leaving a comment but not saying anything. I have to go post my street photo with the inspirational message and a good quote. You scored big look at all the comments.
Thank you so much commenting. Anything you say is more than I deserve.
I’m quite excited about your new post. Looking forward 🙂
You are too modest Arjun, really your photos writing poetry is great. The street shots may have to wait a short while. 🙂
Arjun-raw and powerful-also funny-excellent image-you often speak what many of us only think-
To be accepted and appreciated as I am by so many blogger-friends and you so dear to me is quite an humbling experience. Thank you so much for the kind support and encouraging words!
92 likes….. Arjun can I get the part of Swami ? Great realistic 🙂 (funny) post and I was glued to your story till the end ! Xoxo
Ha Ha! You can be Swami anytime, in fact you are 🙂
I can’t do without you!!!
Oh Swami was me I knew I was it hahaha………….:)
Ha Ha ! I told you a day before putting up this post.
You are my honest friend, remember?
So you are!!
🙂
🙂
I really like you blog – so I nominated you for the very inspiring blogger award 🙂
You can chack it out here: http://preconcept.wordpress.com/2013/04/26/very-inspiring-blogger-award/
“I stare at the lit hollows in the dark sky
Some call them stars”
Hilarious!
Brilliant! Funny, insightful and moving all at the same time. Thank you for liking my post for now I’ve found your blog. cheers!
Life in all its reality and beauty…
Beautifully written bro.
Nicely written!
pulling the same boat
sad part is checking that many social sites for validation
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Were you still drunk or pulling our legs? Do you really go to that many sites looking for friends – just look at how many people commented here!!
Sir, I wrote this from a point of view of a blogger who is good but an introvert. Many we notice on WP. No pulling anybody’s leg, never but mine.
To be honest, the blogging community has been very kind to me and I’m truly thankful to them. In other words, I’m a miserable blogger/attention seeker who threatens to jump off the cliff every 5th post.
Sorry – I was just pulling your leg. I have a dry sense of humor that often gets misunderstood. Take a deep breath and hang on to the edge of the cliff.
I liked your comment, Sir!
In fact I was thinking of a story.
On a border, two regiments of respective country, bitterly opposed but in peace times have a situation on hand. One drunk soldier threatens to jump off the cliff 😀
ah, the trials of everyday living, … and the joys of the internet, .. all described to perfection. telling it how it is. x
You know somebody’s comment made me reread this and on third reading, or perhaps it is the 4th, I think it brilliant. It is so honest and funny and sad– all at once. A great combo. More, more, Arjun. Have you ever thought of a short novel– or a photo book with poems?
Remember, I told you I’m going to make a post as my tribute to you and also a few more friends on WP?
I’ve kept pushing it…I think it’s time to bare one more fact about me but as a tribute to you all who’ve been by my side, I feel so blessed.
I need a lil bit of help. Is it okay to send you a personal mail regarding it?
Of course! You have my email on the comment screen, right?
Yup 🙂
Hi Arjun,
Honest, raw and yet amusing. Difficult combination but you made it. Thank you!
A late comment maybe..but I liked the poem a lot. Could relate to the wait for like and comment part 🙂 art is not art until its judged I think :):)
No comment is late for a miserable poet 😉
Very well said Archita. To be read and understood in the right context, I guess that’s much needed for an artist. Thank you for dropping by.
Happy Sunday 🙂