It looked like any normal house,
But for the fact that it was built of dreams
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But it was still there,
changing a little as I grow.
The house has seen so many people,
Some just gliding through it,
without leaving any imprints.
And, some who left memories of laughter
which faded into nothingness.
One family came to live in and
they moved out in the same speed
after leaving a dent on the wall.
The wall, on which I lean at times,
The wall, which protects my dream house.
Whenever I see the dent,
Something inside me,
Want to tear down the entire house.
Funny! I never noticed how weird
People react to bumps & dents.
Someone placed a beautiful picture
on top of the dent and tried to hide it.
Some one put on glaring music to divert the
On-lookers from noticing the dent.
Checking on the dent became the first job
for some persons.
Nowadays I don’t experience the surging
Anger on seeing the dent.
The anger is still there …
hidden deep beneath the layers of memories.
memories, about the funniest reactions of people.
