The wind is heavy outside as the storm makes its presence felt

The rain knocks on the window and the thunder makes a request to come in

The electricity is on a break, it’s dark and cold

Yet they smile in the middle of a storm

For now they realize, there is nothing quite as safe and warm

As home.

Someday, one day, today

Look at your naked body

Do not search for marks and imperfections,

Look at it like your parents saw it

The day you were born,

Look at it like magic.

Houses

I have always dreamt

at least since a very long time

of a cute little house just for myself,

To paint the walls with stories written in the form of pictures,

Of furniture that fits my tiny size,

With windows where I can sit alone,

Listening to music or reading a book;

A house to myself, in which perhaps one day I can roam around naked.

But today,

You all have gone for some work

This house, right now, is mine

Yet I sit here fully clothed

Not near a window, but tied to my room

Because I have no one to tell my stories to

And I can’t inform anyone of the sudden realization I had-

I hate empty houses.