I just now read Suzi's Write Tribe's unique idea of writing
whatever comes to mind. The first thought which came to my mind was 'my home'.The home which is my nest, my life, and my succour Wherever we go, when ever we go, we wish to be back home. Many a times we wish to go for an outing for some days,but once away from home we yearn to be back home. Our own abode! There is a popular saying,'the heart is where the home is'. It is literally true in my case. I love my home, my corner, and my belongings.
We built our house with great enthusiasm, devotion, zeal and emotion. All our life's savings we happily spent on the construction of our dream house. When the house was completed my exuberance and exhilaration knew no bounds. My husband's love for gardening got an impetus. We have more than five hundred plants, which he tends with great care and passion.On the roof top we have planted flowers. On the back side is 'kitchen garden' where we have grown tomatoes, brinjal,cabbage, cauliflower, spinach, lemons, guava pomegranates and many other plants.It is very fulfilling to see the plants growing. In the balconies, we have placed potted plants.
Here is a small poem, which I wrote when my grand daughters were here. Now both of them are pursuing higher studies. The elder one in USA and the younger one in the college hostel.
A home that was in my dreams
Its dream no
more, its my nest
A look at it
makes my eyes gleam
A wish fulfilled,
it is the best.
Its here we lead
happy hours
Chirping of
little ones gleefully
Dancing,
singing, in rainy showers
Mom and
daughters enjoy freely.
Flowers of
all hues and shades
Planted tenderly with love and care
With an
ornamental green canopy
Swaying merrily on the roof garden.
Hubby and me
lost in old memories
Soft divine
music,manna for the soul
An old
couple, he and I, playing card
Enjoying each moment in our dream. This post is a part of Suzi's Free Write for Write Tribe for this week.
Lovely!!! Your post gave me a glimpse of heaven...We all love our home but the way you described it is totally SWEET...
ReplyDeleteThanks...Love...Hugs...:)
Thanks Sheela. Every home is a dream come true for the occupants.
DeleteIndeed there is no place like home!
ReplyDelete500 odd plants? Wow! Sadly that is one interest that has yet to get to me - no green fingers, let alone thumb!
Stay blessed, you and yours!
Thank you ushus. Home is the only place which gives us solace.
DeleteStunning! The climber is so huge it lifts up the energy of the house so well! Loved the beautiful poem you coined not only for you , for all our sweet homes!
ReplyDeleteThank you Padmaja.I am glad you liked the poem. This is my first attempt.
DeleteWhat a lovely house Ushaji. The pink face of the building matches to the hues of the flowers to compliment each other. Indeed its home sweet home. Its enriching to eat from one's own kitchen garden.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kalpana. Every body loves his/her home.
DeleteBeautiful home...
ReplyDeleteCan see that it hold much love and memories...
And an equally loving write-up and poem :)
Thank you Satya. Glad that you liked it.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely home, what a lovely poem and what a lovely couple!
ReplyDeleteThank you Rama.Home is the place where we can relax.
DeleteHi Usha, you have said it so nicely...lovely read..
ReplyDeleteThank you, Fathom Me. Glad you liked this. Welcome to my space.
DeleteLovely post.. really enjoyed reading it.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sumi.Glad you enjoyed reading it.
DeleteSuch a beautiful house ...so full of plants!! I love this kind of a house :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful emotions are expressed through poetry, Usha Love it. May God bless your home...:)
Thank you Panchali. Home is the place where we get solace. This is my first attempt of writing a poem. I am happy you liked it.
DeleteThat is a lovely house. :) Your write-up is so heartwarming.
ReplyDeleteI do not own my house yet, but even so, I love it and love coming home every evening.
Thank you Ava. A house becomes a home when we love it. Best wishes that you have a house of your own soon.
DeleteOh how sweet. I loved your poem and you have a lovely house. Thanks so much for taking part in my prompt.
ReplyDeleteSuzy, I am really happy to participate in this prompt. I am glad that you liked it.Thank you for your sweet comments.
ReplyDeleteu have such a beautiful house..and i loved that creeper crawling all it's way up like that!! and great poem to accompany too!
ReplyDeleteThank you Princess. This creeper is just outside my room. It gives a very cool feeling.
DeleteBeautiful...love your home and the lovely poem. Thanks for sharing your home with us.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sulekha. This is my first attempt of writing a poem.Happy that you liked you.
DeleteYour house is so beautiful, Usha-ji and the poem is a perfect tribute to ur abode. I love the color of your house:)
ReplyDeleteThank you Vishal. Glad you liked the poem. This is the first poem I have written.
DeleteHi Ma'm,
ReplyDeleteJust happened to read this post now. I can identify with it as we are building our home at Palakkad, Kerala. It is truly a special feeling :-)Loved it :-)
" A house is made of bricks and stones ; a home has love and hugs for its bones ! "