Things of everyday
Me... I am
reflected in the mirror beside,
Tangled hair, droop to one side
on the shoulder.
My feet incessantly slip in and out
of the slippers;
lest they pause,
everything would be still!
My mattress, holds
everything dear to me.
My books lie scattered here,
they seem to fight each other now,
The pages of one flapping over the other,
now.. that does make a sound...
My bag lies with an open mouth,
it seems to yawn at me..
Its pockets swollen
with wrappers of gum,
stuffed in there for eternity..
A comb,a brush,
some nuts from yesterday
coins that jingle when I move my hand,
And crumbled papers
with scribblings and doodlings
born of melancholy days...
Peace resides here
with me...
Amongst these things of everyday,
I sleep.. I wake..
I am not alone you see..
I find love, I write of it,
I smile to myself, as I write of it..
If love not be peace
or that smile on my lip,
Then what might it be..
My feet now pause,
as I begin to wonder..
About my love,
I do tell this poem,
I'm afraid it would be seen..
As a fragment of my insanity.
