Soul Speaks

Home is where the heart is, but my heart does not even feel like it’s with me anymore.

Home feels like a childhood dream –lost with time.

Home does not feel like home anymore;

Merely a place with people I know.

The familiar chirp of the bird and the afternoon dust don’t bring a warmth to my heart anymore.

All I want to do is escape from this familiarity

And seek my home elsewhere-somewhere I truly belong.

My ambitions scare a few and make a few others laugh,

Yet all I yearn is for something that makes me feel warm in my heart.

Will I reach the throne I intend to sit on, or merely miss it because of fates wicked ways?

Will time just rush by, making me feel like I lived my life in a solemn haze?

Or will I fly, when the time’s right?

 Like a bird with fully grown wings-and claim the throne of my dreams.

Being able to call something home and learn to familiarize all its things.

PS: My mother pointed out that I wrote the answer to the questions in this poem in Freedom .

It's a circular reference I never noticed and that made me realize that we have many such moments in life where we search the world desperately for answers but end up finding them in our own backyard.

Happy World Yoga Day!