veeraiyah subbulakshmi

Once door less world is full of doors and partitions,
The designers design it with absolute precisions,
The controversial carpenters may carve and erect it,
The Do it yourself can be obtained from the stores of experience,
A few are locked and secured not to let the intruders,
For the fear of sharing the treasured solitude convenience,
A few are just closed, left unattended and expected,
To be knocked, carrying the bouquet of willing flowers,
A few are just flip flops and can be opened from either side,
A few need the confirming finger prints and prospective voices,
A few can be opened by just pressing the fickle remote controls,
To show and share the intimacy before it locks by itself,
Too many doors metamorphoses from one to another,
Day and night, everywhere on the streets of heart's corner,
Mostly well maintained, though a few are irreparable,
To invite, feed, love, care, compromise and share.