#CelebrateingtheRainbow at the workplace – share your stories of Pride!
A heartful poem about homecomings and farewells!
The air went from smooth chill to crisp hotEarthy musk smeared in the breeze,Sound of familiar chaos in the ear,Home was both away and right there
Two homes and two citiesstretched apart by hundreds of milesMany and more terrains in betweenThis journey feels like crossing over a line
It is time to make a return,as life gets a little bit too muchMorning tea with biscuit and warm embracewaiting there, are my affirming saving graceIt’s been years since I have left my cityIt’s been years since I have felt this warmthNooks with lights, faint floral scent in the airwith profanities, she shows her forgotten care
Now that I am here, let me beAn escape reserved just for meA cocoon of densely morose luxury,tenderly coddled with silence eerie.
The days and nights go by quicklylike they are caught in time-lapseTough task it is to focus on the nowwhere memories are made and how
Finally, it is time for me to bid goodbyefaces forge smiles but eyes, well, they never lieWith heaviness, sheepishly looking away at nothingSo until next time, wait for me, my copper homecoming.
Image source: Still from Love You Zindagi
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