Home (Poetry

standing on the door frame
their indirect feelings
and his blessings for us
saves us
From the tainted thoughts of the society,
saves our honor
strolling on the road,
From stray eyes peeping into the houses

But then the wind changed,
The pace changed, every belief changed,
Dreams broken, relationships broken,
Shattered
A dream woven in the name of family
The house which is there whenever we feel disappointed
Used to support us,
Sometimes our hearts used to be filled with happiness of that house today
The definition has changed,
The feeling of family and belonging has been erased from him

the knot has come
In a loving bond of mutual trust,
The heat of relationships has cooled down
Home,
Now a structure has been formed,
a slot,
To remain confined to oneself,
by sharing one's own blood
To keep flowing

I still remember
Playing in the sun in your courtyard,
Under the sweet shade of trees,
along with the monsoon showers
Fly with the swings to touch the sky
Still have those memories of the courtyard of this house,
in whose corner we had once built
Dream houses made of clay,
I once lit a stove,
Had I ever cooked food in my thoughts?

then how huge and
felt connected to myself
Every corner of the house and courtyard,
but today
I am standing so alone
On this side of the wall drawn in the middle,
are suppressed, sobbing
Incomplete memories somewhere on the other side

Then a sigh arises in the mind of my childhood,
To see houses built in dreams,
But the wall of the courtyard of the house,
A wall of hatred and selfishness has come into relationships,
Stops me from going to the other side
beyond the wall
I am standing alone on this side
I just feel the memories,
I cry in my heart,
To a family full of affection, affection and blessings,
brick, stone house
I just see a structure being built