In a checkered house,
On a checkered road,
Once upon a time lived a boy.
His heart had flowers,
His heart had songs,
But his head Alas!
Were made of blocks.
Angular ones, cuboidal ones,
Yet blocks and blocks and nothing else.
He talked, he’d smile,
He made sure he was never vile.
Till one day aloud his heart sang.
Out poured the flowers,the rhythms And the songs of love.
The mind enraged, threw it’s blocks at him…
And choked the lores of love.
The flowers shrinked, the songs died.
The heart lay, lost and tired…
It’s voice choked in its checkered soul.
The heart curled its leaves in,
Never to unfurl, never to show itself again.
Artwork by Oindrila
