Bright hill homes

My windows are sealed
With a view into your home
My clothes steal a line
When you're too busy to look

My roof touches your skin
Our cables are muddled up
When you're fast asleep dreaming
I touch your breath with my tongue

I follow you in the narrow lane
That connects us to the rest
This scrap of silk I'm wearing?
I tore from your mom's best

I creep a look at you from below
When you climb the yellow stairs
Smoke with the lot and add to
Stormy clouds and windless air

One day I'll move next door
Black bricks lay a red house true
I'll reach an inch to reach you
Bright hill homes, will always do

- A.Tulsiani