My belongings..

Something you can read after my death.

Come into my little room
A square cage, and solace too.
Made of walls lilac in colour-
So dark they seem to fall on me.

At once you see a broken bed-
Almost broken, like my future,
Still bearing the weight of,
A sleeping mind, a resting present.

Comfort is scattered there too,
In form of pillows, slightly wet.
Sometimes because of my drooling
And sometimes...

Oh! Save your head rising up from here,
A stone shelf juts out there,
Kept on it is a bottle of cologne
My love gifted me once-
Only to ask back for it.

Decorated there and downwards too,
Are pages torn and chewed-
the evidence of my insanity.
And below it, inside the closet
Are my friends waiting for you.

Yes, a big bunch of small books,
And papers in wrinkled look.
Some to be read, some to be written
Kept beside a clumsy mess, as if hidden.

A coffee mug, perhaps two.
Too many keyrings to view,
In different colours and shapes and sizes
With them lie my fun devices.

Move left, but not too far,
Hidden behind, a window pane ajar
You find a plastic in which-
Is a peach cold cream and a berry lipbalm
Keeping pain away, from my visage.

Crushed from there weight is a little tube
Sweet smelling antiseptic, seldom used.
And thus it tells you, at last
I wasn't numb after all.

Petty it didn't dissolve my pain,
The day I got lost and found no gain.
Where am I now- living or dead you ask?
Am I dead- I don't know, but I never lived a life for sure.

Author's Note

Studying modern poetry in college... so may be its the influence. Review if you like it.

Reviews

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

Very sad and depressing Penny, but mainly the end.
Sadly i also relate to the end part to.
I am truly sorry you feel like this.
You are a beautiful person, and I wish only for you to be happy.
Very emotional heartbreaking read.
Though its a good write as always.

[Penny]

I am really want to thank you but at the same time I am disappointed to hear that you can relate to it. :(

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

Your welcome. I just meant sometimes im alive but feel dead.

[Penny]

I know. Thanks again friend.

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

Your welcomez penny

[Avinash]

Looks like a home made of of misery and pain. All the minute details unfold vista for other equally important aspects of life. Your writing has definitely come a long way. Thanks a lot for inviting.

[Penny]

Thanks a lot for reviewing. It really means a lot to me..

[Sami Khalil]

You belong in the annals of your beloved ones and your belongings pale in your legacy. Excellent...:)....

[Penny]

l belong in peace and yes among my loved ones, and that is why I belong here, I belong as an aspiring writer. Thanks for your kind words.

[Sami Khalil]

Yep. You are welcome...:)................

[Penny]

:-).. :-).

[Sami Khalil]

:)...................

[Rehan Roy]

'...Where am I now - living or dead you ask...'
Dying before death is the greatest art. The death of 'I' to be one with the whole.
A wonderful and insightful poetry :)

[Penny]

Dying before death is indeed painful but if my pain gives you pleasure, its the greatest reward one can get as a writer. Thank you.

[Rehan Roy]

Sorry. I didn't meant anything personal.
Only our ignorance gives us pain, nothing else. To me, ignorance is death, knowledge is life.
Ignorance of individuality out of desire and Knowledge of oneness with everyone.

[Penny]

I am not offended. Its just whenever I read this poem I am reminded of the time I wrote it :-(
read more I am not offended. Its just whenever I read this poem I am reminded of the time I wrote it :-(
ANd yes now I have the knowledge about people, and I try to be happier. Thanks..

[Rehan Roy]

I hope you understand what i have said. Take care. May God bless you!

[Saddam]

You have just post all the image clearly. Every reason is real and general.

A coffee mug, perhaps two.
Too many keyrings to view,

[Penny]

Thanks a lot friend, for the review. Glad you liked it.