Imagined communities.

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.