Some Time Home
Sunlight paints the mosque wall white, Azan whispers "Time to take flight. " We stand, hand in hand, hearts intertwined, Leaving laughter and memories behind. Your mother's biryani, saffron gold, Warmth that lingers, stories untold. My Nani's khajur mithai, sweet and slow, Each bite a taste of long ago. Mango trees whispering secrets true, Cricketing echoes, "I remember you. " Chasing fireflies in monsoon rain, Praying together, whispering each lain. Now, trains pull away, tracks diverging wide, Leaving behind where our spirits reside. But in every breath, your scent I trace, Love's muezzin calls, finding its place. Distance stretches, a Ramadan fast, But Eid awaits, love's meal to be shared at last. Virtual iftars, pixelated smiles, Holding memories tight for a few precious miles. Until then, my beloved, in dreams we'll roam, Through spice-scented streets, finding our way home. For hearts bound by faith and c