The home was quiet.. But I found my peace outside in the loudest day of the year

The family was together.. But my home still longed for a perfect Diwali together

I don’t know how we turn the most normal days in the best.. And the best days in the worst

I don’t know how even without buying crackers we burn each other to the soul

One spark leads to the other.. And the most perfect scene turns to a catastrophe

I don’t know what is binding us.. I don’t know what is keeping us..

Is that our home..? These plane white walls..?

Or are we suckers of pain.. Where we can’t stay happy for long..

A beautiful festival.. Turned to ashes..

Our beautiful souls.. Abandoned and thrashed

All of us are alone.. Though together.. And even after everything.. There is no other place I’d rather be..

Its good to be home.

Happy Diwali…!