Coming back from a stranger's arms
To mum's own
Rushing from school
To find mom and sis and bros and dad and hot bhajjis!
Returning from an exhilirating inter-collegiate programme
To the hostel
To familiar room-mates
To banter through the night
Looking forward for the weekend
To catch up with by now scattered friends
And old books that remind you of the carefree days
In a far way city that is home to your job
And now..
Just closing the day
With somebody who knows-not to judge you in anyway
And where 'Being You' makes you endearing and a delight to be with..
'Coming home' is truly a pleasure..
Knowing this will further evolve..
And hoping that
I will be 'Home' too someday to somebody..
Is one of the few reasons..
Tomorrow looks promising and worth planning for..
