With You, I'm Home—but Now? Poem by Emtiaz Anwar

Your boring face, steadies my heart race.
Glances and moments they lit me up, made me soar,
Like I'd found my palace, couldn't want more.
But then I'd crash, as you're not mine,
Our long chit-chats cut short by a warning sign.
Your eyes, so warm, still haunt me in dream,
With you, I'm home—safe in gleam.
Then some voices crept in, with 'good girl' chains,
You stayed safe and ignored our pains.
Mumma told her son: feel what's true, don't bend,
Let your heart run free, let 'shoulds' meet their end.
You hit pause on us, left story half-told,
But my love for you isn't grow cold.
My darling, let's break through,
Hold my hand, hold
With you, I'm home