The smell of home,
Has left my bedsheets already.
The color has faded,
They have become pale totally.
Maybe I shouldn't have washed them,
Or dried under the sun for too long.
But I use the same detergents as in home,
Wash them the same way like we do,
But I don't feel the same under these,
Like I used to in my dear lovely home.
I miss them again today,
I miss you my family even more.

It feels weird,
I try to collect happiness,
In minutes and keep a checklist,
So I do things that bring me joy.
I don’t feel myself,
When that checklist’s empty,
Am I turning more,
Into a human or robot,
When will things be fine,
When would things go back,
Into how they were.

I didn't even know,
That I could laugh this much,
Smile end to end,
Talk like crazy,
Until I talk to them.
They bring ME out,
Whom I love.
Hours seem like minutes,
And I yearn to meet them.
A family of friends,
That I have,
That I love,
Forever.
Thanks.
A lot.