A snowfield and there lies a house full of life ,
The contradiction and fluctuation in their weather strive .
The furry balls of snow and flakes of fire beside,
The cold of passion and deep depth imbibed inside .
The real contentment lies there in the midst of entities,
The inked papers and blanket’s ease.
Those antique piece and passing curtain lights,
A single flower in carved pot and tales of long nights.
The other side states a scenario of travellers walking ,
Unknown to their paths and difference in their talking.
It is when a stranger knocks the door of the house,
Fell in a love with the architecture , grace and the holeof little mouse,
Which lead to the learning and therefore his imagination arouse.
That was beauty of house once I happen to collide,
There I completely surrendered to my thoughts and it’s ride.