the two sides of a fence...

The smell of summer blooms in my garden,
roses,geraniums,marigold...
they smell of home...
"it is not just us, that have put down roots here"-
they remind me,
i have put down my roots too...
a minute of hope and bliss,
when i see a new bud sprout in my almost dead rose plant,

yet the glimpse of lavender and yellow-
that peek through between the fence,
the wildflowers grown carefree and sprinkled all over,
they beckon the wild streak -
that i keep fenced within my domestic cocoon...
a minute of itching,
when i see the wild flowers..
the whispers of restlessness-
they cease not, though
i try to over-ride them with the noises of         mundane life...