LOVE HOME

The first experience of love comes in home,

That I have to build with love

When I get married in making spheres

To take all flames of fingers

Into shells of feeling, brows and arches

Over the breeding, passing, and dancing,

And the building is build

With bricks, cement and concrete construction.

The house is full of sounds of ringing

Of tea cup and spoon altogether,

The house is full of falling sound of utensils

The house is full of dinner table talks,

We are living in this house for years,

As a family we are locked in minds,

That goes with struggles, with simple trace

Of mind’s travel into real touching, forming,

Defending and striking densely into singing,

That lies in snow sometimes, in volcano sometimes,

Entangled in free and fair assumptions for life.

And since I perceive the destiny that is unknown,

I then put the words -

Proliferation

Transformation

Regulation -

On the floor of daily walking

Where we put our furniture of daily use

That takes our blue regions of paining

That I purchased for feeling life of expectancy.

I take everything for sweet embrace,

The wave moves in swaying,

That the earth earmarked everything

And we have to take part on the way we perceive.