I hate Thursdays ~
Oh, you think Monday blues are the worst,
Have you ever felt the Thursday grays?
Feeling pathetic and cursed,
Dragging on to Friday with delays.
Oh, I got many names for it –
The depressing October in a day,
The hebdomadal dusty dusk or
The dull and dark winter once a week,
Everything goes to dogs and all things go astray.
Thursday newspaper will be called the
Weekly Dread –
Oh, and in its news will be spread
About my awful experience
Both nefarious and notorious,
Happenings that you shall find hilarious.
(But not me.)
Trust me, even I used to find it funny,
But after three big accidents,
A cracked head and a busted knee,
These co-incidences seem now unfunny.
“And all these happened on Thursdays?!”
My mother and grandmother got spooked,
Prayed to all the lords and called the astrologer too.
“Ah, seems like bad luck is high on Thursday.
So do exactly what I am about to say,
Wear this stone and light a lamp of clay,
Don’t go out to play,
Inside the house you need to stay
And all your bad luck for the day,
Will go away!”
Said the astrologer.
For years I wore stones of many colours,
Black, white and blue.
Lit lamps made of clay and copper.
Yet every Thursday I grind my molars,
Waiting for a wretched clue.
I look at the murder of crows and panic.
You fear Friday the Thirteenth?
Haha!
Should see me when it’s Thursday the Thirteenth –
Even my anxiety is frantic.
Thursday morning starts with mom’s taunts,
Afternoons go in arguments at work,
Evenings are spent in sour discussions with friends,
And nights end with dad’s disappointment.
“Oh, screw all this bad stuff!”
I decide to take things in my hand,
I can’t allow a day to control me!
I don’t step out of the house
I stay in my room like a mouse.
I don’t talk much,
Work quietly as such.
(I think I followed my astrologer’s instructions indirectly.)
Trust me, I tried having scientific answers.
But now I resort to delusions,
And even superstitions.
Do you have any suggestions or solutions?
(Please help!)
“Why is she so meek and quiet today?”
People ask to which my people tell,
“Well, she has the curious case of Thursdays.”
