Aged Houses have Stories to tell!

 

Stories are like old houses,

Breathing inside from the soggy walls of it,

And in some, hidden beneath the floral wallpapers,

Of all the new homes, yet somehow the derelicts speak more,

Their silence in the universe is deafening to me,

I hear their sobs, their sighs and their peering sharply,

At me from their broken windows,

I see stories in them, sniff them from far,

A love tale of two old lovers,

Has died in its carcass structure,

I wasn’t born perhaps at that time,

The love story happened much before,

Why do my eyes can still see the images?

Of that old love tale, they are standing on the,

Verge of death now, I will not visit their graves,

They left an abandon home long back,

With an orphaned daughter,

The only thing good was the love left behind,

The air from that house was clement; it flew far and brought,

To that broken home a lover who was looking,

For a shelter that night, in that whole huge kaput,

House, another thing good was that visitor finding,

That lone woman who needed love!

And when such love tales happen,

The universe becomes a hollow where,

The lovers see themselves, as the only man and a woman,

Upon earth, everything ceases to exist for them,

Stories happen thenceforth,

I know that each man and woman is carrying a house,

Within them with untold stories,

Which will eventually find their place in a home!

And one day the further generations will preach them,

To their young ones, and stories of a man and a woman,

Will keep on breathing forever,

Even when the houses will become hollow,

Stories will be there, resting to be told again,

And in that one night, I will become young again,

Waiting for you at the threshold,

Like that stranger whom you brought home…

~Monalisa Joshi~

Image Source: Pinterest