A sea of defunct toys <br />Canvas of walls smeared <br />with colors of joy; <br />patterns of art; <br />Designs, that god only can understand <br /> <br />Love filled books, can't confine <br />themselves to shelves, pop <br />out every now and then, <br />Rest on pillow. <br /> <br />Clothes say - hey, in that <br />ugly closet who wants to stay! <br />slippers not far behind <br />stay on standby all the time <br />little princess may need them <br />anytime. <br /> <br />Love finds itself <br />sprinkled everywhere <br />in wet hands on the wall, <br />in larger than life footprints <br />on invisible floor. <br />chocolate stained sofa too <br />smiles at you. <br /> <br />The pen runs out of ink <br />every time you need it. <br />Blank pages of my diary <br />are history too.... <br /> <br />Coins from my wallet, attached <br />by the piggy bank, that has <br />mortgaged the doll's house. <br />Happily the barbie pays back <br />Installment by installment <br />Love, that has gone into <br />making her home up. <br /> <br />Out in the balcony <br />arm chairs sit alone through <br />the day, waiting for the next <br />morning tea; when the lazy love <br />shall float around them, amidst the <br />rain sprinkles. <br /> <br />sweet nothings <br />formless; <br />yet form foundations.<br /><br />Nikunj Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-sweet-home-24/
