Home Poem by Apurva Jain
Home
Without dreams, there's mo reality,
I have no dreams, no reality,
Every lock has its key,
I have no locks, no keys,
I have a life,
I don't live,
I will see death,
Which cherish,
Every moment I belong,
To no one else but me,
Seeking stone filled paths all alone,
I lost the word WE,
I have a big place,
So I may sleep,
Not a single shoulder,
So I can weep,
I have people,
I have no friends,
I have a mailbox,
Nobody sends,
I stay here,
I don't live,
I have many questions,
No answers to give,
The place i stay, is it my home?
But I'm not living,
It's just a place,
It's not home.......
Very touching dear, I felt the closeness of solitude haunting the poet.... Just remember one thing that the days we lived was unreal and those we are about to live is also unreal. Only the present time is real. But every second is becoming an history in the very next second itself. And it becomes unreal and untouchable too.. Try to find love in your life. Love will always stay in your life.
The place i stay, is it my home? But I'm not living, It's just a place, It's not home....... touching and chilling....nice line up...conveyed the feelings very well liked reading :)
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4/26/2024 2:43:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
thanx a lot saadat ji... :)