Home

As you come home from your work, 
all tired, 
and you smile at me
realizing that you are home, 
you look beautiful.

And when you reach for me, 
and hug me
like we have been parted for years, 
nothing seems more beautiful. 

Your warmth,
your aroma, 
your soft silky hair, 
and the taste of your lips, 
makes me realize that 
I am finally home too. 

Without your dulcet voice, 
without you being there, 
home does not feel like home. 
Your laughter, 
the sound of your anklets, 
you calling me 'baby', 
your fragrance, 
your presence, 
is my home. 

With you beside me, 
as we gaze into the night sky,

counting stars, 
I realize
"Eternity was never too short before this."

Will you still be mine?

Five years from now,
you will be a lady.
You will marry:
not only the man
but his family,
his misery n ecstasy,
his flaws and his perfection.
You will build patience
and devotion.
Each day,
you shall be radiant
and you shall shine.
But will you still be mine?

Fifteen years from now,
you will be a mother.
You will have a couple of kids.
You will learn to:
compromise and sacrifice.
You will be softer, kinder and stronger.
And you will also try to be harder.
Happiness will no longer be abstract.
You will be complete
and you shall look more divine.
But sweetheart, will you still be mine?

Thirty years from now,
you will have lived an era.
You will be wise and insightful.
Your children will look at you
and be inspired.
You will remember your parents
and smile a little inside.
You will have wrinkles
plus your hair will turn grey.
Those signs of ageing
will never matter, hey.
Because by then,
You will have achieved everything
and the whole world will be thine.
But love, will you still be mine?

Forty years from now,
you will have grandchildren by your side.
You will realize that heaven
is not somewhere in the sky.
You will look at those kids and
thank the almighty
for the years that passed by.
You will have nothing to regret
and every moment you'll feel satisfied.
Kids, grand kids, laughter n love
will be your ultimate wealth
and your cloud nine.
But my dear, will you still be mine?