The Pile

Having lived in a single room in the hostel for a few years now, i kinda have this very well-defined idea of my space!!! And you sort tend to apply your own unique set of standards (in my case these r prob way below the average) to the condition of the room. So even though my room would seem a mess to any outsider, I always tend to judge things relatively.....cleaner than last week, or dirtier coz of so n so unavoidable reason and hence acceptable!!! As long as i can find stuff in the room and can physically bear to liive in it, things are all fine!!!hehe....But a recent visit by my sister forced me to see things in a different light. It was kinda disappointing when she thought my room was a dump and hey her standards arent even that high!!! :( While its true that most horizontal surfaces in the room seem to be covered with clothes or books, i seem to manage perfectly fine yaar....especially considering the meagre amount of time i actually spend in my room!!! Anyway, this whole episode inspired me to write a small poem dedicated to my room. So enjoy!!! :)

In my room there is a bed

And on that bed there is a pile

A pile thats over-flowing with clothes

A pile that a testament to my style!!!

Clothes from today,from yesterday

Clothes from God knows when!!!

A pile thats been there for so long

I think it was there when i moved in!!

Wash and wash till my hands go numb

Wash till my palms go dry!

The pile never seems to diminish a whit

No matter how hard i try!!! :-(

It sits like a king in the middle of my room

Occupying more space than i do!

The pile: an ode to my tawdriness

My room wouldn’t feel the same without you!!! :-)