One day

I too will turn

into inanimate…

And the inanimate

will come to life.

The walls of my bedroom

Will dance in glee

Holding each other

To celebrate my freedom from

Years of solitary confinement

Of sleepless nights and

Talking to myself….

All the music that I kept

Listening to…

With irritating repetition

Will at last attain freedom and escape

To the larger cosmos

And mingle with their like

And create a chorus….

The shirt and the jeans

That I loved most will hang In shame….

Of having spent their lives

With a grossly misunderstood character

Hated by a large part of humanity

For imaginary crimes….

My near vision glasses

The only connection between

My left and right brain…

Having taken the brunt of the

Hateful glances

That were thrown in my direction

Will at last rest in peace ….

And among other useless articles

A dead cell phone with one thousand

Extra marital messages…

Stored somewhere

That I could never fathom

And never recover

Will continue to haunt me with mocking bird eyes….