Dream house

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.