Today I beg for the sunset,
and for stars to be revealed.

Yet I will not be satisfied.

Tonight, when I see their lovely shimmer,
I will yearn for the sunrise.

My house has seen too many monsoons
deranged doors shrieking in paranoia
The paint is flaky, lost to the elements
Teacups chipped and dusty, spoons bent in telekinetic fatigue
My fans are fans of decapacitation

But there comes a time that
you would like to cohabit this hostile hostel
With someone who is not bitter at the stars
Someone with doorbells and not medieval fortifications
With smiles that warm the winters and cool the Indian heat

I've lived this way for far too long, hiding from the sun
unworthy of someone on the other side of the bed
emotions unkempt, ruffled thoughts and passions raw
Torn smiles and hands skilled at pushing away
Words that shy from affection and the touch of death

I have a house to renovate, I don't know how to make it a home
So I sit on the porch, waiting, till they have had a look inside
Sit, till they decide this estate isn't real enough for them.

Sometimes I yearn for something more.

come back home
i am lucky having you around
God's gift still you

come a little closer
i am the best when you hold my hands
night's prayers still about you

look at me
i was found because of your smile
symphony still you

hold me down
i am furious
yet blessed when in your arms

touch me
super woman when you look at me like that
got me so high

embrace me, kiss me
i am the safest, in your eyes
home still you
you, pride and fall

come back to me,
now