Clutter and clean-up

How could bananas be in place with rupiahs?
Or could little paper bills possibly nestle in a crockery cabinet?
Yet, they do, like inseparable magnets!
Is it dismal to find a pair of socks dangling over the couch?
They look as droopy as the being
about to 'create' orderliness out of chaos but with a grouch!
When each belonging with so sense of belonging to their rightful place,
They find their way out to another's space
Its disorderliness that deigns
Much like a hodge podge of ingredients, no finesse to feign


In this state of affairs, at times, the home feels like a jungle
The unbridled wilderness of nature in an endless struggle
with the man-made dandyish school
there is a rigmarole of never ending rules
everything in its place and a place for everything-
Orderly and aligned, like constellations from nebulae
But they ain't fixed in space, in the jugglery of the universe
the overlapping matter, the creation 'n' chaos
a precedent for the other, in form and state
Then, why lament, when once awhile
the bananas are juxtaposed with rupiahs in one plate?