I have been thinking about posting this poem. Hope you all will be able to make the connection and will like it. Ok if u don't then the house is the metaphor for Radhika and the person walking up the hill is Dev.
The house on the hill
I was walking up the hill
Deep in contemplation
And came across a house
In the throes of demolition.
Completely desolate
With the walls covered with vines
Griping each other
Overpowering the spirit to live
To breathe and to thrive.
Sitting desolate on the hill,
Crying out to wanderers,
To lessen their load,
To make it a home.
To fill it with joy and compassion,
Which was the hearts desire
Of the house on the hill.
Alas, it was left alone,
No one heard the silent cries,
The tender pleadings of compassion
The rapacious tentacles of destruction
Drained it of its energy.
No kindness was shown,
No sympathy given,
All that was left, was an empty shell,
Of bricks, mortar and cement.
The house stood silent,
Maintaining a facade of tranquillity,
The silent hurt, of loosing itself,
That have flown like the winds of change.
But the black omens
Could not break
The spirit to live and to make a home,
Which is the heart's desire,
Of the house on the hill.
As I came upon the house on the hill,
It cried out to me,
Tired of it's lonely existence.
I decided to rest my weary feet,
To soak in it's quiet strength, it's compassion.
Together we will grow old,
And built a home,
Fill it with joy, with happiness.
And will welcome strangers
Who come across the house on the hill.
CID
