calicut..

I suddenly yearn for my grandma's house,
and rooms with its long glass windows,
looking out the garden and its lush rich greens,
and grass fighting with weeds overgrown...

Its afternoon now n everyone's asleep,
Everything's quiet, and time is still,
There's a hum in the air and the soft drones
of the neighbouring old paper mill..

There's a room full of books and genres many.
A romantic classic with an old history.
The cover is faded and the pages are torn
and a silverfish is scurrying out all alone..

But now I have to stop cos' i cant go on.
I might book a train ticket and be long gone
to my grandma's house wit its glass windows
and grass fighting with weeds overgrown..