Home: A Definition

Lovely be the flowers of my balcony,

To which I water every day

But not my days.

I know when technology is overpowering,

My letters are just offbeat broken trails of madness for you.

But still, I write,

Every day.

When you come here,

Visit my office once.

The desk of my cabin is filled with crumpled pages which retain your name in each of them.

I couldn't just throw them away knowing

That my love is not weak.

I am not sad.

But I am not also happy.

I work but there's no hurry.

I miss you.

I want a home and

You are my home.