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A bustling vibrant market with the aroma of coffee beans
Lounging around in unwashed tee and jeans

A silent tear as the Bhairavi ends in an ovation
Watching a melodramatic movie for the Nth time giving you the same sensation

Completing my sentences whilst pressing their arms against mine
Unspoken words between us staring silently at a glass of wine

His half sunlit hazel eyes as they search for me in a crowded room
The soft twinkling fairy lights in midst of winters gloom

Her gentle fragnance comforting my nose as I hide my head on her lap
Tucking into familiar bedsheets for an afternoon nap

Brushing my hair strands behind my ears as he holds my face
Whilst I quietly slip into his warm embrace

This and somewhere in between
I return to a place called home.

13 April 2018

Categories: Poetry

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