Room vibes

Another morning in quarantine and I'm at a loss for activities.
Not that there aren't any but that they are limited and during these morning times when you want nothing much to do except maybe have a serene moment with your cup of tea while staring out into nothing there are few options.
I don't want to stare around my room anymore while reflecting on the absurdities of life.

I do not understand my body. I do not know why it would want to sweat while I sleep. I don't understand why I wake up with a sweaty scalp and my hair stuck on my cheeks from the sweat. As people go I feel more comfortable in winter months than summer.

Drinking some premix coffee and wondering who actually came up with this vile stuff.

I've installed a mug of water in a corner of my room hoping that it would supply some much needed moisture to my absolutely arid room.
Listening to some morning raga's in the hope that it exorcises all the negative and stale energies from yesterday to bring forth a new reign of hope and positivity.
Not that I'm Negative mind you. Just that it has all started to feel a bit dull and I'm trying I really am to keep myself from not coming to terms with the fact that I do not enjoy this solitary moment of confinement and bad food. But it's all for the greater good and that I keep in my heart and the only motivation to trudge on.

बहीश्त

इतना समेटूँगी आपको कभी आँखों से ओझल न हो पाएँगे
जानती हूँ आप कभी दूरियों कि कोशिश करेंगे तो नहीं
चाहें मगर फिर भी इस दीवानगी की कफ़स को न तोड़ पाएँगे

Bzzz and stuff

Nighttime and I sit aimless listening to some music in general, wondering what to do next.
Not that there is a Step by step to these days but staying inside a room, with just some thoughts to reflect upon begins to grate on your senses or rather mine not least because there are only a few thoughts I can muster up in this state.

One of my prevailing thoughts is how am I going to cope up with this atrociously banal food that brings to mind all the connotations associated with hideous and tasteless.
The second is why can I not watch peaky blinders on a better print on Netflix. Why must Netflix be so pixelated and YouTube so seamless? What is this wizardry. What is this sorcery. What is this injustice?
Third thought is if I should bring out any other clothes out of my suitcase or just recycle and wash and live between the two sets of clothes that I have?
Fourth thought is regarding the next drawing I want to do. It's quickly going on to becoming number one thought I'd say.
I'm in the mood to make a moon.

Apart from that I had a small cup of tea and feeling all the better for it.
Ate another fruit and feeling all the better for it too.
What is left to do is some skin care, some lip are, some clit care. Wink wink darling.

Psst gone

Afternoon and I dawdle about in my room
all this time that I gotta kill, ill equipped, counting minutes, waiting.
There's a poem here somewhere, a moral of the story perhaps but I'm not inside an Aesop fable, I'm in the middle of a very real crisis, or rather on the fringes of one now that I have flown out of the sphere of pandemic.
Can I say a phew!
Everyday was living for survival. How did that happen to happen?
How long have I stayed cooped up inside a house, one house after another to be precise followed finally by staying within a room and what I will give to be without, but alright, 11 days as we say and today is near gone.
11 more days to stay toasted within your virtual embrace. Cue the sad music because what am I if not sappier than a gum tree.

Say one thing about my heart say it beats in parallel only for you.

Kiss love

This time of night
when you're my only light
an incandescent burn
of fiery might

Did I ever tell you?..
Perhaps I did.

Into the room and nothing besides

How does one feel not totally abnormal cooped inside a room with another 13 days to go?

Am I glad that my vpn is functioning and I'm listening to my daily dose of pandit Hariprasad Chaurasiya's flute music? Yes indeed I am very much so.
Now I shall switch channels and listen to a bit of relaxing lofi and shower and then do nothing else because what does one do?
Well, I've got a drawing to go ahead with, a journal that I keep scribbling in and and a blog that I update and am I happy for small mercies or what?

My caffeine intake is cancelled for the next few days and that's good because I need that purge seeing how I need my system to be in cahoots with me which it currently isn't much.
Ah well, as things go it'll get better. One day at a time.

Let's see. I've cleaned my room, fluffed my pillows, arranged the duvet and it looks pristine as it did last morning.
Ah!
Now then onwards and upwards. To the shower I say.

Morning song

Well then morning dearest
What have you got for me?
Except a horrid breakfast and the pitter patter of rain that I can only hear and not see.
Will I turn into one of those inmates who scratch days on walls?
I hope not.