Forlorn, forsaken, alone it stands

loneliness resides now in its once vibrant grounds

this house was a home once

ringing with laughter and voices

pattering footsteps, whispered secrets

boisterous debates, guttural guffaws

serenading songs and comforting silences

It was the scene of serenity and tranquillity,

of get-togethers and meetings,

of anniversaries and soirΓ©es,

of hurried breakfasts and languid dinners,

Sunday brunches and sometimes takeaways

a kids’ haven, a wife’s domain

a man’s refuge and a shelter for the elderly

welcoming and peaceful

a place, where weary heads when laid on the pillow

awakened invigorated and rejuvenated

It was bright and warm on a cold night

beckoning invitingly with its cosiness

in summers its cool confines provided solace,

soothing heart and mind

the smell of baking inveigling the senses,

smell of freshly laundered clothes, flowers in vases,

just like it should be

in a home.

and then, everything ended

it is now a mere shell of itself

quiet, desolate and abandoned

life moves on relentlessly, inexorably

and strangely,

turns homes into houses in its wake.

39 thoughts on “Bereft

  1. Even the most wonderful house is only a building, unless it’s a home. You evoke every sense with your words in the first part of the poem, and then they’ve gone and only the fabric remains. Really cleverly done, Punam!

    Liked by 1 person

      1. after my Dad died 3 years ago, my Mom was stuck alone in that big house and had a lot of difficulty selling it – it was a horrible situation for her, and, by extension, for us who were worried about her. She basically retreated to her bedroom and avoided the rest of the house entirely…

        Liked by 1 person

      2. It is so terrible to see this. It happened with my maternal grandparents’ home and then recently when my uncle passed away. His house used to be the hub where we all gathered. Now it is locked and in a decrepit state as my aunt cannot stay there alone and has moved in with her son and his family. How families disintegrate!

        Liked by 2 people

  2. Ah the picture that you paint! I remember reading a book ‘A Spool of Blue Thread’ where a lively home at one point of time sees abandonnement. And your poem is so evocative, I can picture myself walking through the eerie silence of the forgotten walls and listen to the joy that it reverberated with once.

    Liked by 2 people

  3. So heartbreaking in such transition. While I have not lived that myself, it’s poignant to me. What you evoke is moving, emotional, and saddening. It’s heartbreaking when a home changes.

    Liked by 2 people

  4. ouch it’s such a huge lose when a home losses it’s heart … and I can’t begin to imagine the losses you are grieving for over there 😦

    Pray love and life return to these houses and so they echo once more with family and laughter!


  5. A haunting description of a home that becomes a ghost – to become an empty shell where faint echoes of the lives once there can be seen on the door frame marking the heights of the children as they grew…


  6. so sad Punam… really sad.. i have been reading and watching the news lately about how things are in India right now and I can’t imagine how many homes lost its heart to the pandemic..


  7. So sad…DearπŸ˜”…
    This last year left so many homes and lives devastated…I too lost my dad and my mother in law to this…and now the homes are just empty without them…πŸ˜”πŸ˜”
    This is so nicely relatable!!


  8. I love the ending, dear Punam. You conjure the home up for us in all of your poetic words, and, yet, when you spell it out in that last line, that life “turns homes into houses in its wake,” the powerfulness of your verse comes through even more. A beaurtiful poem, my dear friend. πŸ˜ŠπŸ™

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.