A Home You Want To Return To

it was raining.

there was a desperate need

to run across the streets

amidst the blinding lights.

head home,

lie under the bed

and evaluate-

what you felt.

how you felt.

why you felt.

the colour of sunflowers,

the scent of espresso,

the numbness on your fingertips.

you can count the number

of things you remember,

and leave behind the ones 

that slipped out of your memory.

the urge to rest;

lie down a bit,

paint something abstract,

sing your favourite song,

write a whimsical poetry.

fall in love with life,

fall in love with love.

believe in your breaths and

not count them every time.

for once, just leave behind

the worries and live.

you manifest

relentlessly

every moment of everyday.