Tag: home

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The House Turns a Home.

A house is a house
with bricks and mortar
becomes a home
with fun and frolic.

The structure of stones
starts to breathe life
when the family moves in
it begins to echo the bustle.

The doors open out
and close as eyelids
a let out for the good
a shut out for the bad.

The windows go with the elements
they take in the breeze
and send out the heat
a friendly application they are.

The halls reverberate
with the chimes of happiness
they too record
the tears of sadness.

The private chambers needless to say
silently bear testimony
to the intimacy
and the squabbles.

The kitchen burns and heaves
pots of porridge and rice
get cooked all day
never it rests.

The family grows
as does the house
the one becomes big
the other turns ancient .

Memories rush and crowd
the human mind
the activities gorge in
flood the house.

The house as I feel
is an alternate to man
he lives and dies
while it lingers for years.

Tags home, house, Poem

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Back home

Going back home

after a day’s long roa

brought me peace

shadowing me from tease

sheltering me from sun

ushering in a lot of fun

returning found I

great comfort in no lie.

Tags comfort, home, Poem, return

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Venturing out for adventure
or for that matter for any venture
has not been her mode of operandi
getting everything done id dandy
sitting at home and ordering
buying things by phoning
She runs the show in grandeur
getting the best things rather
doing research online on brands
she draws out her agenda grand.
She does all her work from home
official as well as domestic from her loving home.
Hires people to do work also by phone.
Helps her friends also over phone.
Her life moves on round the phone
as she goes round and her home.

Tags home, Poem, stay

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A Tribute To Home.

The house turned into a home
with the intimacy and binding
with a responsibility and stake
explodes with enthusiasm most
deplores with melancholy at times
causing a hip hip hurrah most times
leaving a defeat at times.
This is but natural
as once you run you encounter a fall
and then get up and go.
The defaults and distractions
enhance the merits and credibility
The warmth that home exudes
keep us in a deluge.
Nothing can beat the home
Cordial and cool it is
Cozy and lovable it is.
great and conducive it is.
it is nothing but what it is.

Tags home, Poem

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All At Home- Haiku.

House becomes home
with happiness and sadness making
all at home.

House is home
with intimacy and comfort together
home sweet home.

Tags home, house, Poem

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The Home Where She Grew.

Passing through the house
where she was born in a close
where she was brought up
and the place where she spent her childhood
and the formative years all in great strides
were practically over there in a slide.
She halted a moment looked at the aisle she used to stand and watch
saw the bedroom where she slept all the years nothing to match.
Turned a little away got a glimpse of her study
where she had her lessons, and her music and dance classes
She, as if in a flash saw the garden
where she jumped and hopped and played
and over and above all the verandah
where she spent her time talking with her parents
who are now dead and gone
The home bore such thoughts and memories
now looks desolate shedding its pomp and splendour
which once was its valuable possession.
Gathering strength and brushing aside her tears
she moved slowly from the place
with a heavy heart and a sadness untold.

Tags desolate, home, Poem

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The Home-Echoes of Joy

The house bubbles with joyous play
seeing children running here and there
playing hide and seek
doing a bit of gardening
much different to the modern children
who sit glued to the T.V
or else busy with their computers.
The yelling and shouting ‘
continued till the evening
letting out for a short break
the time for bathing and meals.
Otherwise it was full of activities
making the house reverberate with laughter.
The house hosting such mirth and happiness
reacted with a smile broad and generous.
You might wonder Could a house smile?
Smile it did ,that too broadly
brimming with joy and swelling with pride
The house has become a loving home
a great plausibility of reference in the run,.

Tags home, Joy, Poem

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Home is Great.

The home where one is born
evokes nostalgic memories in turn
The child would not know
the place but could feel it as of now.
The familiarity would seem strange
but it does exist in a range.
The environment gets close to him
Leave alone the house be small or big
the influence is great
The cozy environment that surrounds.
The ticking of the clock that is around
the sound of the buzzer that irates
the creaking of the gate that irritates
and the movement of the people inside
with the opening of the doors in sides
and the banging of windows due to harsh wind
and the smell that comes from the kitchen in bind
gives an attachment to the child unassuming
develops a sensation of belonging to him
That be so the home becomes a second mother to child
in which he could derive strength and tenacity wild
where he could deliberate and deviate
where he could do what all he likes
Home is beautiful and great.

Tags familiar., home, Poem, Sound

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House Turns into a Home

The house becomes a home
not overnight
but in course of time
with episodes and events
incidents and happenings
children and family
make it dear and loving
converting it into a home.
The brick and mortar
the wood and steel
the tiles and fittings
make the house grand
It is the feelings
both happy and sad.
It is the interactions
both pleasant and unpleasant.
It is the movement
of children running with joy.
It is the organising
which the lady of the house does
goes on to make a house a home.
A home is where we derive strength
where we get reconciliation
where we seek comfort and attention
The word “home” holds
myriads of connotations
known and unknown.
Home, My sweet home.