harbour in the tempest

and in my despair
she beckons
my city of joy
though i left her buried under
a pile of abandoned dreams and forgotten faith

and though i failed her
she never faltered
in the hope that this wayfarer will find her once again.

and so the prodigal daughter returns
to her constant Northern Star
weak from being lured and befuddled by
false flickers of fleeting fireflies

and just as she once woke my heart
from its winter's slumber
now i come to her with my soul twisted bitter
she won't make me better
she won't make me fitter

but in her warm embrace
i shall once again learn to taste
the sweet simplicity of a smile sincere
the soothing salve on a soul shattered

cause for all
the promises i make and break
from the cradle to the grave
all she wants is me

the irony
for her needs are far and many
and yet all she wants is me
and in turn her love flows free

and so this wayfarer shall once again
dock in her harbour of love
for a brief respite

kolkata
the third sunrise from today
shall find me at your doorstep
to say hello, old friend
take me into your arms again
for only to you will the warmth be returned

"at the end of the day,
the love we take is equal to the love we make."

the crooners can sing this till they're blue
but the beatles knew only to you
it's true.