There is smoke somewhere. I cannot seem to figure out where. The lights are here, the music is here. Has it been home here ? Perhaps. Maybe when it did not rain. Or maybe when it rained and it did not matter. Maybe when I walked alone, smiling to myself. Or maybe when I realized I was okay. Had it been always like this ?
Not really. Things clicked, took effort and blood. Did I do it ? Or the beasts did ? Maybe we both together, Played this game. Amidst soulful solitude, it was love. Maybe appreciation. Another journey, another dry spell. Will it ever be home again ?
P.S. : Penned at Candies, Bandra on 11th January 2017