Kavyakankshini...bewitching words spun with spindles of thought and quicksilver yarn...: a place my own...


a place my own...

I keep returning

To these four walls

To cry, to wail

To laugh, to share

Every joy, every secret

And every time I fail

I keep coming back to you!

Yes I do…

But not for me

Neither for you

I keep coming back

To recreate the world

I leave with you

I dwell there

Reveal there

Am there

Am bare

‘Cause a world outside

Is hardly fair…

I keep returning to these four walls…

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