My unique universe

Want to fit in, in my own house,

evidently I hate to stand out

Cupboards bursting with stuff,

all surfaces occupied of course

Bookcases crammed with books,

I had to sort out, by hook or crook

Few wait to be read, but unlikely,

a putative scenario appears ugly

Articles accrued over d’ years,

I’m truly scared how to dispose

A wish winks to get rid of some,

It’s a tricky art, not well known

Each one seems to have a reason,

to be retained, not to be thrown

I’ve fancy costumes, yet to be worn,

stored till worn out at folds & torn

It’s pretty shameful really to admit,

 items never used, but I preserve it

Unwanted objects hanging around,

in my cozy little home, what I found

Heap of garments, piles of clothes,

dozens of buckets, several bath tubs

Undue emotions, affinity tagged,

to get rid of d’ stuffs thus so hard

To part with presents a delicate act,

wrap spiky tendrils, round my heart

 gifts get gathered against my wish,

as if bacterial culture in a Petri dish

DVDs, cell phones, pen drives, pens,

accumulated enough, make me tense

Sets of saucers, several cooking pans,

utensils, crockery, cups and spoons

Just a hoarding, of no practical use,

occupy space, wasting energy huge

U never know, when‘s a necessity,

so right away, you cannot throw it

 Piling up articles, on the contrary,

may need to open up an art gallery

If I happen to hire a capacious truck,

able to dispose of a truckload of junk

I know in d’ end, things have to go,

yet squeeze my life steady & slow

Took an oath, no more accumulation,

I aspire a tidy, neat, peaceful home

Articles spread all over, so disgusting

 tolerated with a pinch, it’s quite vexing

 Wish genesis of an unique universe,

no possessions, granted use of course