When I'm Home

Through her eyes

I watch the sunrise...

and a tired soul is hushed to ease,

in her meditatively mild light.

For when I’m home,

everything seems to be right.

Sunbeams creeping into the curtains,

I soak up with a piece of the sky.

A salted and spiced sea breeze

with every indolent sigh.

As lyrics get strung into rhyme,

it’s here that my ideas take flight.

For when I’m home,

everything seems to be right.

Couches cozy by her windows

and blankets full of togetherness,

hold a medley of dialogues and laughter.

And it’s here that I begin to feel alive.

Recalling prized moments

so beautifully nestled in this space,

with memories framed upon walls white.

When I’m home,

everything seems to be right.

Like a gypsy all day,

my mind that roams unknowingly,

returns to her open arms by sundown,

to fulfill dreams for more tomorrows.

For it’s here that an eventful journey

curls up into placid peaceful slumber

and everything seems to be right again,

when I’m home.

Photo Credits : Krish Nair