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 childhood delight, Know no boundary, forever take flight.

So go, my love, with Allah's grace, Our shared past lights, our future space. In every dua, your name I weave, Until we meet again, and memories reprieve.