home , a place where my mother birthed me
nursed me , gave me things i desired.
slowly, my surroundings cocooned me
making me more like itself ,quite naturally!
adolescent seeped and withered by
home still remained home,
repetition is what we are all meant for
except a chosen few
an intriguing horse caught hold of my eye
it showed me promises of miles and miles
i rode the tempestuous pony
boy, it felt liberating
i more i rode that pony , the more i felt like home
the farther it went, the more i felt like home
the more unknown people i met , the more they radiated love
that time of roaring twenties,
fighting with the identity crisis that immeasurably captivated me
i slowly began to realize,
we were never ever made to be confined to one place
we were the unstoppable stardust of the galaxy
scattered around like flickers of ashes
landing anywhere the direction of the wind took us
we were a part of this vast expanse of universe,
wherever we choose to home ourselves
home was a feeling, a part of life
a fleeting time where i spent copious amount of time
a place where i was flickered and landed.
the farther i went away from home, i more i felt like home.
