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‘Just’ in Time

by Varsha Sreenivasan

[box]Some from the older generation focus on materialistic aspects while selecting a groom. The present generation tends to focus more on the person in question. The future is likely to be propelled forward by the light of knowledge of the spirit or soul within the person. Here, while the house should be a proud structure that houses people according to the parents, for the daughter, the house is the body that is home to the soul. In this poem, she vows to share this light of true knowing with all.[/box]

They approach

him,

he stands

watchful

worried;

“what kind

of house

do you

live in?”

they question

the prospective

groom;

­­­­­­­

if not this

young chap,

any other groom

they can have;

their list

of prospectives

is endless

for

their magnificent

princess

As they

watch

and wait..

“my house

my house..”

is all

the worried one

can say.

The princess

stares;

forward

she steps..

her glance

she sweeps

over the House

He inhabits

The shadow

is lean,

the structure

clothed

in brick frame

without cement

without paint,

the window eyes

rimmed with soot,

forgotten

chimneys..

the aftermath

of some fire

beneath,

in an old

fireplace

kept alive

at

one time

with logs

of

magic

childlike dreams..

These firewood hands

must’ve been

clothed in flesh

long back,

and yet..

they somehow

now lie

outstretched

seeking as alms

their

worthy princess’s

hand

“This house

wont

last long”

they hear

the princess

utter..

with bated breath

they stare

at the sought

and

the seeker;

“Too much

care

and

too little..

have made

both

our houses

weak”

saying thus

she takes

the wooden hand

in hers;

all bone

and all flesh

get a brand

new strength.

Together they

stand

murmuring

into the

dusty doorways,

“Friend

we will

blow the

cobwebs away..

and shine

our lights

in the chimneys;

friend

we will

help steady

the fireplace

back

on its magic feet;

friend

we will

gather

the logs

of our

childhood dreams;

Forever

will our

house be

the home

where

smiling life

beams

its light

for other

homes..

for other

souls

forgotten

like us..

Pic : seier +seier – http://www.flickr.com/photos/seier/

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