Another a new year has passed and another a new year has come.
All things shape you: A poem
All things good and bad, all encounters small and big, all people strangers and family, all days long and short, all memories happy and sad, all words sweet and sour, all writings torn and preserved, all moments enjoyed and disliked.
My 2021 in one line would be: All appetizers, main course and desserts served at once.
Wishing all a happy new year, a new moment and a new phase in life, another reason for a new beginning and new happiness.
Where the darkness is consumed And where the heart lies at rest, No prejudice there men have It’s a place my soul craves.
In that land, fairies dwell, All magical seen all at once But would I make the choice; To leave everything behind?
All my family, here’ll stay, Then will I be there in gay?
Yes, life here is difficult, New rocks in between and new stops everywhere,
But, my people here I’ve got, So maybe this time I’ll pass, Alas! I might not get to see all the magic, I might not be able to dance with the fairies But I’m home with my family, Where all magic and love never extinguishes.
This was surely a fun poem to write. Makes me wonder, that if we did have such a choice for eternal peace, would we exchange it for the life we now have? Let me know below!!
ps. My home: My utopia (Drop down your utopia)
Thanks for making it so far! Until next time, See you 🙂
Enroute late night And I am lost; But in the darkness I see a way
Oh yes it was fun, But now it’s time For me to be back And on my way
So I am now heading the way, I only knew at the time To go to the place I call my home
It is my destiny and my refugee, It is my heaven and my dwelling It’s where I go back to when I am lost
Now I am tired And I wanna mend All of that’s Broken inside of me And I just wanna go to the place I call my home
I know it’s a bit small But it’s big enough Maybe a bit messy But that’s okay
I’ve been to places, And beautiful and grand palaces I’ve been to hotels As well as stayed in motels
But none fit quite as right As right as my own sweet home It doesn’t have the best smell, But has a quite comforting fragrance
I can see the paint come off And I can see the naked walls Yes the curtains are a bit crusty And the door handles have been rusty
It now feels like a piece, A unique artist’s piece
Now I’m becoming restless Maybe I just need some rest.
Just now swerved to right, And I can see some street lights Now I feel like running away But I just wanna run along to my destiny; to My home.
Yet another poem on home, because Home indeed is a most special place.
This is yet another one of my favourites, because this poem has my thoughts and words, just as they flowed in my mind, not much edited, but still beautiful. It’s good to express things sometimes without any alterations especially when about such a thing as the HOME’.
Into the blackness, I stare, Into the darkness, I stare, Only to see a light of hope Only to see a light of home
I just wanna be back: I just wanna be back home once more But I am lost in my way And I’m losing my hope
I see nothing ahead, I see nothing behind, I don’t see a path that leads Leads me back to my home
I have now come far away Far, far away from my home I look all around me But not a single familiar sight I see
I now see paths ahead of me, Paths ahead of me diverged in directions different I stand there and see as far as one’s eyes can see But none I see diverges and leads My pitiful soul back to my home
I don’t want the vanity, I am about to lose my sanity, I can no more distinguish the reality I just wish to be home again Back to my gravity.
I don’t want to be here anymore, I wish to travel back on my steps And return myself back to my home Back to my home is where I belong
I then suddenly feel a jerk It felt like my world falling apart It felt as if the ground was taken away It felt as if the end of the day
A jerk then again, hit my head hard a gush of cold wind and my heartbeats rise
And then a sound I heard, A some sweet angel call my name
“It’s time”; “it’s time”, the sweet voice said Is it time for me to be back home? “It’s time”; “it’s time”, once more it said
I felt a shiver go down my spine But then a soft hand on my head I felt A sweet kiss on my cheek Another a sweet word on my ears fell: “Wake up honey, it’s time for you”
So I opened my eyes being brave Trying to be strong To face my fate And I saw a sight: I was home again Alas! I was back to my home again.
Home is always a special place to be. It’s a place of comfort and peace. It’s better than all the luxurious hotels and resorts of the world. No matter how big or small it may be, it’s always a beautiful place to confine in, A beautiful place to be. Home is like a small heaven in itself.
After traveling all the places, returning back home : the place where I started from, is always a pleasure.