In search of heavens I venture
To discover my perfect texture.
The journey was full of life
Greeted me with a hug and a knife.
In the morning I achieved
By evening got deceived.
Tears were always there
Sad or happy, I didn’t care.
The rains sometimes washed away
Possessions that were meant to stay.
Other times they came in first
When the lips were craving with thirst.
I roamed around, I saw a lot
I walked the ground, a sky I bought.
Angels and demons, I befriended both
Tacit compromises, but under the oath.
A sight then, called for happy sighs
No two sides, just a treat to eyes.
Comfort and security so deep
That no evil can ever peep.
I searched everywhere
Found something somewhere.
The caressing heaven, the perfect texture
Finally found in the ‘welcome home’ gesture.
Dedicated to the place I have been calling home for half a decade. The people who made it home and the memories they created, will always be cherished. A few glimpses of the final days. (I am in a green t-shirt, shouldn’t be difficult to spot even while camouflaging)