Aangan Within,
Marble flows like frozen light,
cool to touch, serene and white.
It lines the halls with quiet grace,
a mirror to the home’s still pace.
Wooden beams and carved-out frames
hold the warmth of sun and flames.
Knots and grains like whispered lore,
softening edges, grounding the floor.
Terracotta under bare feet sings,
of kiln and earth, of ancient things.
Burnt orange, deep and full of soul,
it makes the parts feel somehow whole.
Together they build a tender rhyme—
of craft and care, of age and time.
Not just a space, but something more—
a haven shaped from nature’s core.