House of Hearts

Beyond 

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.