My home is filled
With spaces and nooks,
And sometimes
Entire rooms,
Which I spent time
In setting up,
In trying to choose,
The exact hue
Of green, grey and blue,
That would bring
The right ambience,
Or perhaps the zing,
And fill my heart
With songs to sing –

Alas, my home is filled
With these spaces,
Nooks,
And a room or two,
That I have yet to
Sit down in,
And feel at peace,
To feel the essence
Or the zen,
I hoped to feel.

I have been
So very busy
Getting to places,
Travelling from,
One station
To the next,
That I fail,
To sit and wait,
On that cosy armchair,
Surrounded by the green
Of house plants
That I carefully nurture,
While life whizzes by.

And I regret
To admit,
That I quite forget,
The last time
That I sat in that nook
By the window,
Which overlooks
The quiet street –
A slow tale,
Unfolding in the pages,
Of the book
I hold in my hand,
As I sit back,
And savour
These random moments,
Of mundane days,
When the sun rays,
Shine in through
Every room,
Lighting them up
With a brilliance,
That dispels darkness,
And every inch of gloom.