Far away from home, he lay aloof on his bed,
Only wanting to be caressed with love and an emotional thread.
3 steps office and 7 steps home,
Was his story of a routine with a very low tone.
That touch was missing and the beach evenings were gone,
How can I survive this quarantine without by not holding her on?
Lazing on my bed and thinking yet again,
Booked my flight, packed my bags, and headed towards my den.
I stood at the door with hiatus and happiness,
The only thing I’ll miss is her face.
Quarantine is a phase and so is this existence,
I’m happy to be still alive even after the whole god damned distance.
Live, Love , Breathe !!!