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Never did I ever think that I would say this to anyone
I miss you so much, that a part of me aches sometimes
Then I wonder - why
We seem to be worlds apart - in thoughts and deeds


You care so much about the world and others
You put the rest of them first
You have the streak of a free spirit
You are brittle, but not that soft
You are generous and righteous
You are well grounded and have high moral values
You think from the heart and wish well to all
You look good with that killer smile and near perfect teeth
You are charming and at your best, when having good times
You can light up the room when you are cheerful
These are the things that I adore and love about you

But then, you also are many more things,after all human !!
You are oversensitive and find meanings in the words untold
You don’t express emotions through words enough
You don’t listen and are demanding at times
Your expectations aren’t realistic sometimes
You cry a lot, well, used to...
You make mistakes, but too proud to admit them
You start an argument but don’t finish them well
You are judgemental at times, things being only black or white
You dance on that thin line between self-pride and ego
You don’t take criticism that well

Well!! Now that I have said it…let me also confess, in the same breath
I do know that I am not perfect after all
I am black, white and all shades of grey
I am self-centred though not ‘selfish’
I am an over optimist and not a realist
I am gullible and believe in goodness among all
I am a vagabond, chasing unknown destinations
I am a lazy bum and hate descipline
I am also the kind who takes things forgranted
I don’t know what I am, I realise when I am pensive
A good friend, a faithful husband, a doting father?
A good son, a caring brother or just a great company?
Or Am I just a speck of dust and a burden to the world?

But, inspite of our differences, I know this
Whenever I feel 'lonely' in this journey called life
When I long to belong in a place of my own
Where I can be myself with no pretentions
Where I am accepted with all my follies
Where I know that I am not 'alone'
You have been always that, to me - “My Home”
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