Just Mine, Home And The Man

With legs stretched, over the lawn chair,

With a gentle touch of cool breeze,

Amidst the gloomy sky ready to drift,

Sipping the hot tea,

I leaned over his shoulder.

This is not an adventure trip,

We are not in Paris,

Neither at Bali

Nor at Goa

But just in the lawn of our sweet home.

Not any holiday trip

Or an outing day,

Just at the end of another day,

Just like the routine day of everyone.

And it just felt 

Something beyond all these,

Beyond an adventure,

Beyond a trip,

Beyond something new

Still being the same lawn.

Maybe it's just mine,

The home 

And the man,

Just mine!