A blank Happy space

From conscious to cozy corners

From continuous sharing of thoughts and gossips in the day

To lying down silently besides

In the morning, I wake up to new toothbrush

And then the poha on the table

More brighter than the sun above

And coming back to a smile

That is stranger but so welcoming

I find a tiny arm around my waist and against my shoulder

Did I just find home

In a town where am often home sick

Here am trying gather all the happiness

That were trying to escape in the name of peace

Sharing the blankets and the pillow

Had I shared a means to read me or my thoughts?

Tossing from right to left

Was the pillow steady

May be the thoughts of him had left and hence the pillow was resting tired of shutting those stupid thoughts

I wake up searching for a song and a 'Ok' twinkles over it.

I HATE IT, I hate this ok now

I roll out of bed

And start another morning

With a breakfast that has a sketch besides and the survival, the tea.

Accompanying the sun am out with a new happy face

All by the windows and no worries on the forehead

Shopping for future is such a thing

Of creating frames in the air

And then breathe through them as the coming past

The blue across our body

Makes the day more comforting than the cloud

I failed to notice with tossing two souls around me

And the songs in the shop try envolpeing me with you

I resist and fall against the car seat

And unlocking the door with tired foots

Am soon sitting below the sky

With one of the best tea

And two happy souls

On a mat

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The shying words

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Fears, are real!

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Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

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