I was alone on my 8’ by 8’ room,
The night was like any other.
But there was something amiss in me,
I felt uneasy; not being myself,
Something disquieted my thoughts
As I crawl on to my bed on the floor;
Earlier than the other nights,
Sleep slowly took over my world.
I was soon on a ride to a far off land;
To a place where every heart is – Home.
Being one with poetic heart,
I never give breaks to the thoughts of home.
Lest it disturb the serenity of life,
Thoughts going astray to a distance place;
Takes the life out of you.
Friends time and again asks me:
If I ever miss home sometimes, ever think of it.
I would shrug off the questions;
Fearing to face the answers,
Knowing what they will be.
As I drift away homewards in my dreams,
I was soon home with my family.
Home was the same, except for the feelings inside;
The tranquility and peace of mind one have,
Home is the heaven on earth.
As I sat down chitchatting with my family,
With hands over the heater; the TV upfront,
And the home cooked meal I dearly missed, on the stove.
We talked of life; of the dead and the living,
Of the details I missed out since.
When I thought, my journey back home just began,
Tears rolling down my cheeks awakened me.
Glancing around the darkened shadows in my room,
With lively memories, I thought I was still back home,
And I realized what I wrongly try to deny myself.
Dear home, dear home – I miss you so much!
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