Well! Nothing stopped us
The business of being busy
till we were drop dead
few breaths we skipped
lesser we slept
strangers to ourselves
aliens to our shelter & ceilings …
The shelves smelt same
nostalgia of place
Times Stands still
until we let the reminiscences be...
The fragrance of incense sticks
blooms of jasmine
tiny leaves of a home creeper
awaiting to be seen...
A sumptuous dinner table
an exotic cuisine
love and warmth poured in
alongwith spices and margarine...
Oh ! What went wrong,
or what went right
we are back to our nests
birdies in embrace...
Forget not ever
the truth unveiled
Often we walk again
without bit of realizing....
@soumya
soumyav 