Everyday’s Ordinary Mess Poem by nusrat jahan

‘Let go off the quilt’ she said
It belongs to me.
It has my initial in a corner inscribed.
Can’t you just see?

He started seething,
As if a bubble was about to spill over from a replete coffee mug.
His one brow went up and the usual smirk came back on his face,
Which drove me crazy and he stood there like a smug.

Another morning barged in,
We found each other lying on bed tied up in a knot.
I pushed him off the bed making him run after me,
He kept on chasing till I surrendered myself in his arms and let other thoughts rot.

‘Our days are psychedelic’ he quipped,
‘Full of niggling flaws, nugatory nuts and bolts’.
I looked at him in search of a better word,
With an ever serious face I said no-‘it’s more like chalk n cheese, salt n pepper’!
That’s how our days start and end with Gods quizzical odds and ends.