I heard guffaws,
almost a teary-eyed one
Chuckles of the raw-tongued dwellers echoes
While a panorama of the bygone
gyrated by the window
With an steady gaze
I fastened on, and imagined
Of how many lives had once perched there
From afar you looked like a cage
Where most mortals abide
Faded tinges on the wall tells me
Of how many rains have washed away
The pangs, the arguments and
the gaieties there lies
The melee’ and the yelling
The belligerent talks and sweet quarrels
The endless debate and the betrayals
Dissolved by just one wicked smile
Of how many more sunrise and sunset
will amorously pass
and withstand under the tender heat
with full grasp
Of how many more unspoken feelings
be suppressed
Yet forcefully bursting out
Hiding underneath the haloes of
a blissful visage
Of how many flowers had bloomed
and withered in time
Of how lives were lost
when death kissed goodbye
Murmurs shrieks in throes
I can clearly feel it
With a simple twists, it changes
But changes are not stored
in a tomb of nonexistence
They continuously waver
in and out they come into your door
Under the roof of repulsion, it sheltered
Surrounded by the four corners
of compelled acceptance
I just closed my eyes and asked,,,
” Are you the place they call a ‘house’?”