Home

Time for homecoming.....this weird feeling of excitement, when nothing on earth can disembark me from my roots. To be truly connected to your roots is a power of unbelievable strength, almost like vulnerability gives us strength. This is how it feels like to be home

Some of us are lucky to have it,
The place I think better than heaven,
Where else do you find such solace,
Such selfless love,
Such warmth,
The feeling is called home;

Every family is not home,
The brick and mortar isn't home,
It is a feeling one had to build,
Something my parents did,
And we eventually became a part of,
It never occurred to me until now,
Every penny we saved,
Every hardship we faced,
Made the foundation stronger,
And that was built slowly,
And it stands like a rock,
I know nobody can shake,
And that's what I am so proud of,
The home we built;

I'm an idealist in so many ways,
Today's world celebrates the villain so much,
That sometimes you feel like a misfit being an idealist,
But think about it,
What takes more courage,
The running away?
Or facing it?
What the world I believe is trying to address is the hypocrisy,
The ones who try to show they face it but aren't,
So the joker may be better,
He atleast is himself,
But the batman......we'd swear for him anyday;

Home could be people you meet on the street someday,
You meet them for the first time and they just get you,
It's crazy right ?
It's the feeling;

Home can be the old philosopher in your town,
Who has the world of romance sorted,
Shall die single,
But has loved once and still bathes in its glory,
It completes him in a way most couples could never mean it,
It's the feeling;

Home can be passion,
Where you immerse yourself in,
And the more you become a part of it,
It encompasses your whole being,
It still defines only a part of you,
It's the feeling;

Home can be the ringing of christmas bells,
Decor of diwali lights,
Sound of durga puja bells,
Sound of tranquility in the himalayas,
The hug from your favourite friend,
The time stopped in your lover's eyes,
It's the feeling;

Home is nothing less than magic,
But we must seek it,
In people, in places, in every little corner of the world,
It's right in front of us,
But we can't see it, unless we seek it,
And what do we do when we find it ?
Show how we don't need it ?
The whole vicious cycle of needlessness arises from neediness,
Only a lonely soul can paint a picture of emptiness,
Strength is in accepting, evolving, learning,
Strength is in building homes,
The little ones that you run to when it was a really bad day,
When you really screwed up,
This is that fort of yours which can embrace all faults and still nurture you,
Home is that heaven which saves our souls !








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"Strength is in building homes,
The little ones that you run to when it was a really bad day,
When you really screwed up,
This is that fort of yours which can embrace all faults and still nurture you,
Home is that heaven which saves our souls !"

-priyaani