The chequered Floor

The chequered floor. Black after white after black and merging in the dusty corners.
Bits of straw fell from the tiny nest woven carefully behind the stained glass skylight.
The shadowed memories crawled and toddled on the floor. Fell down and picked itself up.
A white clad woman cradled her fevered head on her lap, cool fingers soothed her brows..
Tap of a walking stick on the marbled floor, a voice beckons her to run to his arms..
Pigeons coo all day and the somnolent heavy summer breeze moves the leaves of the banyan slowly.
The filigree of shadow through the stained glass skylight weave magic on the chequered floor,
The tin box lies scattered on the floor , tiny clothes for plastic dolls lie unattended,
The tabby decides to sit her furry brood on the scattered clothes; the girl stares fondly
At them. The squeal of children playing on the road doesnot make her sit up..
She has built her hearth and home on the chequered floors, the shadows play with her,
the pigeons sing with her and the colours of the glass lighten up her world..