And unto each house, hangs a tale , that makes it a home
Some modern tales are full of microwave dinners
And every tale (And of this I am really sure) has cured sinners.
A new tale unfolds at every room
Tales of gloom. Tales of doom . But still each tale is a tale of bloom
Some are spinning yarns and sequels galore
Some are only to be hushed, lest they create a furore.
And the actors rotate their parts
You see, these tales have umpteen starts.
Some tales are only of ifs and buts
The ones , that last generations, feature Open Lies ;Hidden Truths.
Many tales never terminate;
In essence, they only further germinate.
Then, there are some that keep you on the edge;
Can’t turn the page ; can’t elsewhere engage.
There are tales , that I played a role
But only I remember, my presence you ignored.
Some tales we inherit, along with their grandeur and their
debris
Some tales we dig along with us, into our graves
Only the bravest amongst us, start a tale.
The rest? We just act and sail.
And hence, hold onto the the Tale Of Your House
The one that makes it A Home
Be assured, that each house-cum-home
Still will have some more tales , yet to come.
– Sonia Kuncalienker
(Do read only the first line of Anna Karenina ……
“All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own
way.”
― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina)
9th Sept 2015