Home.

By Janani S V

He felt like wine and the ocean.

He felt like the sun, the stars. 

He felt like home.

I was the glass and the sand,

I was the moon and planets,

I was his house while he was my home.

A home which I've grown detached to,

Une maison qui ne m'est plus destinée.

(A home that was never meant to be mine.)

By Janani S V