A house of my own

Construction of a house isn't a home. A home is the place you make out of your house. This piece depicts how you can construct a *home* made of *emotions*

All of us in our entire lifetime,
Have one large broom,
If some instances you align,
It forms one side of a room.

Broom is to clean-up,
The not-so-good side of those instances,
The good ones should anyways form the hub,
Whereas the lessons learnt must form the fences.

The other side of the room are filled,
With the satisfactory experiences,
The desires and cravings which are killed,
You describe them in past tenses!

They form clouds above your head,
And precipitate on you when they're heavy,
The intentions behind to which you were led,
They stand and knock outside the door daily.

The power of the blessings,
Which are as pure as dew,
Form the strong ceilings,
Of the 'home' just made by you!

Author's Note

It's imaginary, and self-motivating. It tells about how the positive stuffs should come inside and the negative ones don't have to leave, but form the fence to filter.

Reviews

[Kevin Andros]

This one made me smile. Had a very nice touch of familiarity. It's bit childish, but love it more so for that exactly. It shows your potential of a good writer but also the lack of maturity. The innocence is apparant in your works and I sometimes envy you for being so blissful in your time of your life.

Keep holding on to these feelings.

Best,
~KA~

[Fieora Andros]

I will hold on. Thankyou a lot!!