My home lately has been amused,
The rooms echo with laughter spiced with love
There's endless chatter over old photographs
as stories steam by the hearth.
Old pickle jars are being emptied out of window sills
Carrom and chess boards have spring to life as
Time lies in a standstill.
My father misses his Honda rides,
My maa perhaps her morning stride,
I , out of everything have been chasing butterflies.
I sleep through noon hugging my story books
That I had read as a child, God! I miss my gap tooth.
I remember licking ice-creams out of that old freezer
Which lay in the store room, my new found treasure.
I know my home wonders if we remember it enough,
But, my friend I still know the rugged wall paint hides my measurements
Of growing from a toddler to a teen.
It hides my doodles and my sneaky sketches.
It's still lovely, I mean the worn out edges.
My house wonders, where had we been
When it was left threadbare
When pickle was rotting and flowers drying,
When the cobwebs had created a blackened air
But, dear home, we have come back to you.
The kitchen has seen new cooks
The veranda has seen meditating youths
My home must be wondering
How long it's gonna last!
But home dear, homecoming this time has been worth.
My wings are wounded and I might take time for a flight
But I am trying to mend my heart
I had been happy when I used to be home
I guess I needed to be back
Back to you!
Let's chase some butterflies
Let's sing some lullabies!!
The rooms echo with laughter spiced with love
There's endless chatter over old photographs
as stories steam by the hearth.
Old pickle jars are being emptied out of window sills
Carrom and chess boards have spring to life as
Time lies in a standstill.
My father misses his Honda rides,
My maa perhaps her morning stride,
I , out of everything have been chasing butterflies.
I sleep through noon hugging my story books
That I had read as a child, God! I miss my gap tooth.
I remember licking ice-creams out of that old freezer
Which lay in the store room, my new found treasure.
I know my home wonders if we remember it enough,
But, my friend I still know the rugged wall paint hides my measurements
Of growing from a toddler to a teen.
It hides my doodles and my sneaky sketches.
It's still lovely, I mean the worn out edges.
My house wonders, where had we been
When it was left threadbare
When pickle was rotting and flowers drying,
When the cobwebs had created a blackened air
But, dear home, we have come back to you.
The kitchen has seen new cooks
The veranda has seen meditating youths
My home must be wondering
How long it's gonna last!
But home dear, homecoming this time has been worth.
My wings are wounded and I might take time for a flight
But I am trying to mend my heart
I had been happy when I used to be home
I guess I needed to be back
Back to you!
Let's chase some butterflies
Let's sing some lullabies!!
I am confused.. Which is more charming? The house or the write up?
ReplyDeleteWell, well. I guess the house kokaideu. Without my home there won't be any write up.
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