Because I Am Home - Poem by danesh ravindran
A midnight storm destroys it all.
And he rises from the rubbles of a ‘barely standing’ house,
Screaming for mummy on and on,
“Where is she? ! ” he shouts, but not a peak from them all,
He breaks down because silence whispers “Mummy is gone”.
5 years later, confused, he broods under a summer’s night rain,
Ironic how each dropp houses floods of memories, now a bittersweet pain,
That then, they were allies, who’d give him a hand and run with him the extra mile,
But now they were ambivalent too his very nature and dare not go beyond bidding him a smile.
He believed the phrase “two is better den one” to be a sick, devastating requiem,
That is would not mount to more than a simple lyrical lie,
But it fed the agonizing wound in his heart, and it depraved himself of any chance of freedom,
And that is the biggest hindrance he faces now, like a baby bird, which still can’t fly.
People are so materialistic today; they elude the truth, and not have a feeling of contrition,
That a home isn’t just a simple sofa by the warm fire place, but a home can lie in the gaits of a sole individual.
But in reality, the very definition captivates us with this single illusion,
So we must open our eyes for the first time, and turn away from the dark abyss, we call denial.
And he has opened his eyes, and turns away to the gaits of a being who makes him once more, feel whole,
Because the presence and grace of her ‘piece of mind’ soul,
Soothes the beating of his taciturn heart,
And no more streaming tears threaten to tear it apart.
5 years, and I finally see a sun rise as the happiness and peace starts to take hold,
The sunlight returns me my sight, and its warmth doesn’t make me feel cold,
And I reignite that happy little 11 year old once again, cause no more do I feel alone,
Because with her presence, the greatest commodity I take comfort in, is I. Am. Home.
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