THERE WE CALL HOME..

Where do we call home.
Where do we seek life.
Where do we come from.
Where do we sing life.
Where do we go.
What do we live for.
When do we take sides.
What do we die for.
A name was given to you.
A name you became.
A man was thought about.
A man you became.
Where is the home.
What became of life.
Where is the name.
What became of the guide.
Where do we come from.
Where do we go.
When do we dance.
When life sings.
When do we seek.
When do we give.
When do we cry.
Where do we go to cry.
Where do we belong.
Where questions cease.
Where answers speak.
There we call home.
Where we belong.
When life is a song.
When it can’t go wrong.
There we call home.
Its where we come from.

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TENDER. NOW THAT IS LIFE.

“If only life could be a little more tender and art a little more robust.”
(Alan Rickman)

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“I will never hurt you.I will always help you.
If you are hungry, I will give you my food.
If you are frightened, I am your friend.
I love you now. And love does not end.”
(Orson Scott Card, Songmaster)

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LIFE, SOMETIMES..

Life, sometimes
Is bizarre
Like curls of your hair
Inviting, comforting
Yet mysteriously silent
Like your words
They speak much
But say nothing
Life, sometimes
Speaks so alienated
Like a story
With no end
Hours went on
Days passed
There is a flow
We both sense
Yet you failed
The two lifes
And many lives
They lived
Life, sometimes
Sounds strange
Like your gaze
Intense
But unsure of intent
They speak much
But say nothing
Like curls of hair
They lock me in
Yet leave us out..

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MOTHER, I KNOW MY HOME IS HERE..

I usually smile, sometimes I cry
Sometimes, I get sulking as well
But I do know
Where is the axis of my life
Wherever I may be
I have to come back to you
You are that part of life
I never get disinclined of
Dying is the final truth of life
But equally true is the fact
That you have given me life
What I have done
What I am doing
And what I want to do
That is possible
Only if I remain ‘I’
Within my limits
Beyond limits of this world
And that ‘I’ of I
Is because of you, your being here
And because of my people
The axis of ‘them’ is you
Nothing is ideal as such
Life takes many forms
It lives many lives
But we are still together
We cry, we laugh
Sometimes, we do not speak
But they know the place
They have come from
And what is their limit
You are in first words
You are in every decision of life
Always giving me the shade
Irrespective of life’s shades
What else do I need
But you by my side
Your presence that binds us all
In a thread
Mother, I know my home is here..

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