It's been as long as counting a billion stars,
But a speck of memory is more than a trigger to my time travel,
You've been my dreamy winter;
Whatever be my envision, to wherever be my voyage;
I glimpse the sun set in the home of memories, I built in your lap.
I'm all geared up, either to witness a catastrophe,
Or to be your co passenger to the Utopia;
All I need is you to realize the fact you pretend to pretend that it's always the same between us; though it isn't, but actually it is.
I got used up of everything;
The fear of parting away anew, maybe forever this time;
The euphoria when everything's idyllic 'tween us.
The anguish whenever I hit on the fact that I couldn't make it to you.
The angst I go through whenever I dread if my anguish might come true.
But finally I reach to the doorstep of my home,
Holding back my hazy mind to sleep in your hand, holding mine;
Letting go my foreboding, and sweating away my phobias;
Dreaming of both of us walking into the Nirvana
Just the two of us, and our auras thereafter.
Be Mine. Period.
YOU ARE READING
I Come Home.
PoetryI wander. I stroll around different places, persons and personalities. But I realize nobody is you. I'm tired. So I always come back to you. Knock knock, open up!
