Yes

For years , she lived in that house
At the noisy street corner
where the world converged
at her doorstep.
But the noise , the dust
the hustle and the bustle
was forbidden inside
her sterile rooms
you left it in the hall
with your shoes and umbrella
and entered a ghost filled
red floored house
dark with remembrances
and heavy with sorrow
The window shutters creaked
as the wind and sun outside
knocked and sought admittance
Tired, alone and broke
one day , she said
“Yes”
and the shutters flew open
and wind sailed right in
Yes to the sunshine and laughter
from the street below
Yes to the smell of 
pakoras frying in dubious oil
Yes to fresh faced children 
going to school
yes to dead leaves and dust 
that quickly congregated 
on the polished  surfaces
Her long dead husband 
who inhabited the 
red tiled corridors 
of her mind , came to her 
in her dreams and shook his 
ghostly head in dismay
To him, with supreme courage 
the widow replied 
"go away, leave me alone 
you  are long gone "
and watch him fade 
like the patch of fungus 
on her bedroom wall, in the 
bright sun