the rooms of my becoming.

the sliver of sunshine through burgundy curtains,

the scent of tea in the morning,

the echo of my own footsteps seeping into the walls,

all furnish the rooms of my becoming.

the candlelit showers,

the lamp lit books,

the sunlit ritual of painting my lips,

all furnish the rooms of my becoming.

the golden mornings,

the hush of lazy afternoons,

the quiet of the nights,

all furnish the rooms of my becoming.

~ shreya.