A bustling vibrant market with the aroma of coffee beansLounging around in unwashed tee and jeans A silent tear as the Bhairavi ends in an ovationWatching a melodramatic movie for the Nth time giving you the same sensation Completing my sentences whilst pressing their arms against mineUnspoken words between us staring silently at a glass of wine His half sunlit hazel eyes as they search for me in a crowded roomThe soft twinkling fairy lights in midst of winters gloom Her gentle fragnance comforting my nose as I hide my head on her lapTucking into familiar bedsheets for an afternoon nap Brushing my hair strands behind my ears as he holds my faceWhilst I quietly slip into his warm embrace This and somewhere in betweenI return to a place called home. 13 April 2018

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