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I will heal

My home will be a home with no loud anger, no explosive rage.
No slamming doors or breaking glass, no keeping anyone in a cage.
No name calling, shaming or blackmail,
No fear, no hurt or blame, my ego will never be that frail.
My home will be gentle, it will be warm…
It will keep my loved ones safe, never be the reason behind any harm.
I may come from a broken and twisted place,
but I will build something whole and safe.
I’ll sing in the shower again, cook with a smile and dance in all the rooms…
There will be laughter on the dinner table, we will take a walk under the moon.
I want to know in real how does all this feel,
Someday I will breathe, someday I will heal.

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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.  

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Happy Place

Diary at the bedside,
Chatting with an old friend of mine…
I don’t feel tongue tied,
for they have now known me for a while.  

Shining eyes have a secret behind,
Songs I sing with the pictures back in mind.
Stories I hear and the tales I tell,
Scribbles in the last page – works on me like a magic spell.  

I know my Happy place,
It’s in the clear blue sky…
in the comfort of the homely fragrance
in the showers of mid-July.  

I am a simple portrait,
who always finds peace in a good read…
But I still need headphones,
to feel the Harmonies of my Heartbeat…  

Moments turned into photographs – are apple of my eye…
I love to hear whistling of the wind as silence stands by.
My eyesight and imagination hold no space in between…
All my drawings still contain a tint of Kelly green.

I know my Happy Place,
its in those calm rays of the beautiful sunrise,
its in revisiting the long lost memories…
of my Favorite hyes, and Hardest goodbyes.            

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