A sea of defunct toys
Canvas of walls smeared
with colors of joy;
patterns of art;
Designs, that god only can understand
Love filled books, can't confine
themselves to shelves, pop
out every now and then,
Rest on pillow.
Clothes say - hey, in that
ugly closet who wants to stay!
slippers not far behind
stay on standby all the time
little princess may need them
anytime.
Love finds itself
sprinkled everywhere
in wet hands on the wall,
in larger than life footprints
on invisible floor.
chocolate stained sofa too
smiles at you.
The pen runs out of ink
every time you need it.
Blank pages of my diary
are history too....
Coins from my wallet, attached
by the piggy bank, that has
mortgaged the doll's house.
Happily the barbie pays back
Installment by installment
Love, that has gone into
making her home up.
Out in the balcony
arm chairs sit alone through
the day, waiting for the next
morning tea; when the lazy love
shall float around them, amidst the
rain sprinkles.
sweet nothings
formless;
yet form foundations.
I like the imagery and feeling of this poem. The 'armchairs'...'waiting for their morning tea' is unexpected and fun. I was wondering what this would be like if it was filmed i.e., you took a video and had a V.O. (voice over) by you, and posted it on YouTube, I imagine it would become quite popular.
heart warming write filled with so many little wonders of a sweet abode..
Imagery that reveals a lovely picture of '.Home sweet Home'. Well done.
This poem speaks volumes of today's excesses and simply serves to remind me that there are many ways to show love to our children, and this material indulgence is a luxury society will surely have to pay for - hugely! A provocative poem that should have each indulgent parent thinking! S :)
hey, after reading this poem, i will surely stop scolding my kids for the chaos they create....you saw beauty in the chaos...no maybe your love did....it requires a great poet and a wonderful father to pen these lines....its a really wonderful piece of poetic cuteness.
Nice poem! there's nothing like having kids in the house. I have 2 but they're both adults now, and i miss the sound of kids' laughter in the house. More Power!
dear nikunj......it is great to have children in the house, and all that in the poem is so true.mine are adults now but i still loved the pandamonium they created! great write with lots of feelings. ritty
You have described the perfect home in which a child can just be his/her self. Let them be who they are without restrictions. The dollhouse and princess brings forth such wonderful images. The voice of a true writer and loving father! '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Through your pen and your thoughts you have taken me back to my Home Sweet Home. Brings back many memories. A very good write. I enjoyed it. Lynn