(Un)conditional..,

If I can just lie there and listen to you breathe in sleep and feel comforted then I will never be lost.

If I can just read your eyes and understand the words and their meaning, then there will be no more silent moments.

If I can just hold you tight in my arms and still feel not-close-enough, then that’s where my home is.

If I can accept your kisses as gifts, then I will never be poor.

If I can love you the way you love me, then I’m truly blessed.

If I can let you fall asleep on my shoulders, then my payers may never go unanswered.

If I can just connect with you through thoughts, then no distance is a big one.

If I can just talk the language of love, which only you can feel and reciprocate, then I'll have everything I will ever want .

If I can find, in your love, the sunshine to expel my winter mist, then I will really believe in love.

Acch~

Amongst varied people - a man who looks down on you just because you don't speak the "national language"; another who complains to you that no one interacts and sits alone without interacting, especially with you; a person who ignores to take your inputs for the reason that you are younger and not male; a someone who talks to you only because you are well-known; an incorrigible who spreads that, the leadership and others value you and call you in on meetings because they are men and you are the only woman; some other who looks for small opportunities to put you down, to jump on the least of the mistakes to make fun of you; a damper to the fun, when a person, almost a stranger, says that you spend time smiling, laughing and basically having a good time, when you ought to remember you are married; a group of two who put you as a Vertex in their politics and games; a few to whom you are a nobody; one who sponges off of you only so long as to get what they want and act as if you are not a familiar face - occasionally, it is good to hear “Thank you!” and “I appreciate the work you are doing” in an otherwise bleak work day

It’s, always, good to be home.

See what you like..,

I HIDE myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too—
And angels know the rest.

I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.

(~ Emily Dickinson)