A home

Our search for a home led us to several houses

There were walls which spoke of joyful carouses

The element we were looking for was invisible still

The warmth and the welcome came with a hefty bill

 

Everywhere we looked there were undisclosed clauses

Trust lost its way somehow through indeterminate pauses

Betrayed by such little things we often hold on to

I cannot consent to your petty sphere even if I want to

 

I am searching for conversations over a cuppa chai

In times when WhatsApp runs every topic and emotion dry

I am looking for peace and quiet in neighborhoods neat and  clean

I am looking for 1989 I think, in 2019

 

Scribblings on walls which speak of carefree childhoods

Pillow fights on soft mattresses even in parenthoods

When sounds of laughter numbed noises of aches and pains

Small spaces were no constrains when love ran in the veins

 

Now the world has grown up. We are still where we were

We look out for quaint emotions and affections so sheer

The place we are looking for need not have many a room

Just some skill and sensitivity to turn a house into a home