Feeling At Home

By Nandhini Chithra

A small candlelight dinner with the glasses of vodka,

Colourless, emotionless; sunk into us,

You beside me, head on my arms, in the seashore,

Our feet touching the waves and tickling,

The foam soothing the wet skins,

The smell of the sea, the fragrance of our bond,

The bare hearts stuck in the mysteries of nature,

You feel at home and so do I.

The chillness of the wind,

Melting of the watery rocks,

The lively stars and the moon,

The wetness of the silent sands,

Witnessing our unique friendship,

You feel at home and so do I.

By Nandhini Chithra