Saturday, December 12, 2009

100 sqaure feet


100 square feet of pure mess....
Of empty bottles below my bed
Of random pages with half - written thoughts
and the several chapters erased ...
Of the peppery- spray for “just- in- case"
and miniatures of old monk for exactly the same..
Of jhonson baby lotions and the anti- ageing creams too
Of laptops and ipods and the old radio too
Of “lenses on offers” and expensive perfumes
Of the never- utilized “candle light dinner” dress
and of used up candles from the dark rainy nights ...
Of glossy invitations and menus,
and plates of Maggie cooked on the yesteryear days...
Of the ladoos mom packed for me,
and a flight ticket to escape farther from her ...
Of shimmering gift wrappers preciously tucked away
and the gifts sitting idle waiting to be touched
Of the webs on the wall and the walls of life creating the webs ...
Of days of broken heels and nights of broken hearts,
of dazzling dusks and the murky dawns
If and when the time to leave arrives, I ll look back …
At this alien piece of land- my home, a nameless life- now my own
100 square feet of pure mess, I enjoyed creating it all…