Inwards


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