In this squarish room

Of just four walls,

I pick my spaces

One corner to eat,

Other to sleep,

One for the closet

And next to it

Perhaps your working seat.

In this squarish room

I make partitions

Invisible to the eyes

But you and I know,

How to make this room

Feel like a cosy home.

In this blank space

Between the four walls,

You and I have plans

To fill it with all our love,

And then this single room

Might be the heaven;

We can wish it to become ?


When I was checking this week’s Poetic Tuesday , I was eating my lunch and I looked up to my studio apartment and I felt I could already feel some sections different from others. I have been having a little difficulty accepting that I could only find a studio space for myself and not the house like I had thought. And it still bugs me a little if this is the space that’s meant for me. So I am trying to make it home in this place. Hope the invisible walls make it appear better.


Author: Pratibha

Poet , Story teller , dreamer and an avid reader. Self published authoer of "Fragments" http://www.amazon.com/Fragments-ebook/dp/B00ASNQUC6/

10 thoughts on “Walls”

  1. Beautiful poem. Small spaces, when you love you and the other, that is all you need.

  2. On the bright side a small space is easier to keep clean! It is not the floor space that defines a home but the warmth of love and caring… I’m certain you will be able to create the home of your needs if not your dreams.

  3. I liked how you expressed this idea of invisible walls. I’d never quite thought of it that way before–how we delineate spaces within our minds–and so, invisible walls.
    And good luck with your studio apartment!

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