Houses Which Were Homes 14 December 2018.

 Houses Which Were Homes

Houses come and go

like shadows hovering

in the sunset mood.

Abstruse geometry of the mind

opens the secret codes.

The cities in the memories

expand and open

the black-holes and greet the sun

Houses come and go

but the walls, whitewashed,

are still the same.

There are those patches on the wall

shining brighter still

where once was hung a picture frame,

and the kitchen is just the same.

The aroma of spring

blends with the wind.

Hunger awakens for

the messages of seasons.

The teapot dances on the old stove,

the morning is full of sounds

and the best of all is the sound

of tea getting poured into white chipped off mugs.

The abstruse geometry of the mind

opens the secret codes

and the entry points

are all along the lines

which I believed were washed away

in the Lethe-ward flow of time.

O the nostalgic mind, stay quiet;

do not shake the roots of the tree.

Sushama Karnik.

14 December 2018.

Francoise

Françoise Dhulesia

Am literally in awe. You give the abandoned home its life back, its secret codes bear no mystery to you. You wake the house up and make it a home, with its soul expressed in the textures of its walls, and your poetic words seem to dust off the place: as if by magic, the river of forgetfulness is stopped in its course, and in a whisper, you break free from the abstruse geometry of the mind".( I have loved this phrase!).

Liberating!