I feel an oneness
with my house,
inanimate as it is
breathes life.
The verandah where I read
the day’s newspaper
greets me lovingly,
with cheer.
Entertaining the guests
the living room spreads warmth,
echoes their laughter
records the banter.
So does the dining.
in all its grandeur, an aroma
permeates from the elaborate
courses served.
The kitchen, needless to say
smokeless and clean, a place
where menus get prepared
a fragrance prevails.
I find a bondage with my study,
a friendship with the books
and the authors develops
unknowingly,
Finally my bed solicits me
an high pillow, makes me rest
my head on , like a mother
lulls me to a deep slumber.
Meenas Poems 