When We Feel..As I Do

Pics credit: Abhiram

It's that hot time in the afternoon Sun,

When thoughts evaporate into the air,

Nothing strikes except for the wind,

Hits the face and strikes thoughts within.

Many summers passed, I walked them all,

Winters came, I held them throughout,

Days have gone wandering, in vain,

The rain does something, I can't explain.

I have mornings which makes me miss

Emotions which arise when one awaits a thing,

Of lovely evenings spent to energize,

The strains one feels in his life.

Don't know what but I really crave this,

Can't explain what but surely that one thing

Is certainly making me search all over

For a word, that could explain the very same feeling.

Its time I go home, to my home, the place,

I think and think and that makes me glad,

The very thought that I will be home,

But will that day come any soon?