The confines of
Right and wrong.
There's a house.
Of neither white
Or black,
There's a cat.
That doesn't cut
You on the road,
Casting curses.
There's a dog,
That doesn't bark
At your appearance.
Bend to criticisms,
Or wriggle its tail
Snipping your
Affluence.
Settled beyond
The negations of
The crowd.
There's a memory
Of an evening,
That laughed with
The day and the night.
To console the
Green and saffron,
There is colour,
The white.
To calm down
Your anger and
Anxieties,
Pair of ears that
Can really listen.
There are dreams,
Shared realizations.
Spread over
The divide of
Differences...
There is hunger,
Which is such a
Sympathizer.
There is even
A kitchen that
Can serve both
Kheer and biryani.
Egg-rice and
Avalakki.
If you can shed
Your wicked thoughts,
Toxic perception
And bitter judgments.
To sit and chat for
Some hearty laughs.
You too are
Invited.
