Ek bangala baney nyara!

 Welcome! Say the plants swaying in my courtyard,

Please come in to this humble abode, with regard,

Making the ambience cool and fresh,

It makes my home free from stress.....

I've decorated the living room with minimal artifacts,

It is adorned more with smiles and chats,

When there is a full house present,

It lits up with luminescence and familiar scent,

You would say, why are these newspapers lying around,

I would say because curious species are here found,

You would come across unopened packages too,

But a house needs dozens of utilities, isn't it so?

Kitchen is my homeground, even though, not always,

I roll rotis and add tadkas, love ablaze,

I cook some lavish lunches and at times dinners,

Some dishes are not so awesome yet some are total winners,

You may smell some cake or cookies, once in a while,

That's when I'm in a happy mood carrying a smile,

Utensils may seem displaced on the counter,

That means there was a freshly brewed banter,

A grocery list somewhere scribbled on a notepad,

A landline telephone placed adjacent, plastic cover clad,

Aroma of coffee would be lingering 24/7,

For Javaphiles, my house is a heaven,

Ah! The over ripe banana odour is hindering the fragrance?

It happens, people forget, why the arrogance?

Have already put up a 'Mummy da dhaba' sign,

'Anytime food supplied', this theme to align.

Beds are not always spick and span,

Kids jump, laze around, with full speed fan,

Books may be seen spread on the bed, chairs and tables,

Narrating in detail, children's study fables,

Sometimes the sketch pens may be seen blotting,

Paintings on the bedsheets and designs jotting,

But the mess doesn't always feel annoying,

It means children are having fun and learning,

Blackboards with funny pictures and passages,

Post-its with sweet handwritten messages,

Maps and multiplication tables hanging near the bed,

Every night before sleeping to be read,

Pillow fights and hiding underneath the quilts,

Making peace later, without any guilts.

Balcony is blessed with a swing,

To sway happily, with a song or two to sing,

Watching the trees hustling with the wind,

Inhaling fresh air, relaxing our mind,

As the birds fly back to their home,

Blue sky turns orangish - purple, at gloam,

It's peaceful to glance at the nature,

Sometimes having a talk about the future.

There's a special room meant for entertainment,

Watching movies, playing music or musical instrument,

There are fights as to who gets to command the screen,

But everybody backs out when it's time to clean,

With drums, guitar, violin or harmonium,

When the jamming starts it transforms to an auditorium,

It's a place with best acoustics,

To retain in all the gossips,

Where friends meet over few drinks and snacks,

Crescendo of chats and giggles, fun never lacks.

A sneak-peek into my habitat,

Where to live in, there's no fixed format,

Everyone has their own personality,

There are quarrels yet adaptability,

Family members love each other,

They trust and care for one another,

House is not just laying brick over brick,

It's home when people together, in tandem, stick.

For the prompt A peek into my household.

PC: My Gallery

AUTHOR'S NOTE: A home is where my habits have a habitat ~ Fiona Apple.

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