HOME

Don’t know what I am looking for,
Don’t know where I belong…
I’ve had a thousand places to live,
But there was none that felt like HOME.

Not fond of being in control,
So now I am on my own.
Not sure at what point in time
I started to enjoy being alone.

Life half lived, dreams unchased, and a broken soul.
All those days wasted trying to fit in,
I didn’t realize –
There is no way to come in good books of all.

I still want to see the snow, see the stars in open ground.
Seems like the pipeline dreams and imagination is all I have,
to ignore the unending rule book and mess around.

Silence comes through the pain of not being heard,
When I know I can fly high…
Staying in the cage becomes so difficult.

Look closely in my heart, my wardrobe & my house –
you will always find…
Invisible scars, uncomfortable outfits and a conflicting mind.

Afraid of losing the new contour I’ve created somehow,
it seems easier to run far away & start a new life right now.

There the air will be free & I’ll have a bounce in my walk.
My eyes will reflect the joy that I have in my voice when I talk.
The thoughts I have, holds no value in the place where I come from…
May be there they will, and I’ll finally get the felling of the long lost HOME.