a little romance with life

The wind is heavy outside as the storm makes its presence felt The rain knocks on the window and the thunder makes a request to come in The electricity is on a break, it’s dark and cold Yet they smile in the middle of a storm For now they realize, there is nothing quite as safe and warm As home.

Someday, one day, today Look at your naked body Do not search for marks and imperfections, Look at it like your parents saw it The day you were born, Look at it like magic.

Houses I have always dreamt at least since a very long time of a cute little house just for myself, To paint the walls with stories written in the form of pictures, Of furniture that fits my tiny size, With windows where I can sit alone, Listening to music or reading a book; A house to myself, in which perhaps one day I can roam around naked. But today, You all have gone for some work This house, right now, is mine Yet I sit here fully clothed Not near a window, but tied to my room Because I have no one to tell my stories to And I can’t inform anyone of the sudden realization I had- I hate empty houses.