Deep on Hoarding

#NaPoWriMo #7
I have this peculiar habit of saving things for future. (Ask my friends, they know well).
“I am a keeper”!
Both the sentences are not related though. Let’s keep it that way. It’s okay not to understand all the things, let us enjoy these delusions.

Hoarder

Filled my pockets with fear, to ward off my pride.

Filled my pockets with anger, to hide my hostility.

Filled my pockets with sadness, to conceal my misery.

Filled my pockets with joy, in moments of glee and jolly.

Filled my pockets with trust, in this world of skepticism.

Filled my pockets with disgust, looking at the violence and hatred

Filled my pockets with anticipation, of a better place than this Universe.

~Deep